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Let us employ our active powers,
Ere youthful vigour’s past;
The present time alone is ours,
This day may be our last.
The hour of death is hastening on,
There’s but a step between;
The work which must so soon be done,
‘Tis time that we begin.
The prince of darkness labours still,
And hurls his darts abroad;
Shall we not then with stedfast zeal,
As active be for God?
Awake, awake, my drowsy soul,
With might thy work pursue;
‘Tis strange that thou shouldst be so dull,
Who hast so much to do.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1818 | # 714 |
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YORK
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1650
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 510 | F | | # 61 | F | | # 237 | F | | # 243 | G | | # 347 | G |
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