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Old age with all its sickly train Soon




Old age, with all its sickly train,
Soon makes its dread approach;
Langour, debility and pain,
Insensibly encroach.


Life’s gaieties have charms no more,
Its pleasures but appal:
The busy scenes and toils are o’er,
The honey turned to gall.


The lucid orbs of vision fail,
And give a glimmering light;
Successive clouds of grief prevail,
transforming day to night.


Associates and friends once dear,
On earth are known no more;
Minds uncongenial now appear,
A race unknown before.


How dark the scene, how full of woe,
Alas for hoary age;
Yet grace will still a balm bestow,
Their sorrows to assuage.


There is a friend who still abides,
More dear than all that’s lost:
And he who in this friend confides,
May yet of comforts boast.


‘Tis Jesus, who will ne’er forsake,
But make his friends his care;
To him your griefs and sorrows take,
And he your griefs will share.


Soon will he bring your weary feet
To his eternal rest,
Then shall your joys be all complete,
When in his mansion blessed.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1818
      Bible Refs: Ps 71:9; Ec 12:2;
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      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1818# 721
      MUSIC
      Name: ALBANO
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1868
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