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This life is but a school time,
In which we learn to love
The friends we see around us,
The unseen God above.
Some learn by active service,
Others in grief and pain ;
Some seem to reap in gladness,
The rest to toil in vain.
The one thing is to study
To seek our Lord in all ;
His great love to remember,
Whatever may befall.
We know the blessed story
Of how He came to save,
And lived as man amongst us,
From childhood to the grave.
And earth has now her tokens
That He has touched with light-
Memorials of His kindness
Are ever in our sight.
The voice of sighs and weeping,
The bier where lies the dead,
All speak to us of Jesus
Of words that. He has said.
And pain and weakness make Him
Nearer and dearer seem,
Till life becomes a story
Of which He is the theme.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6
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1903
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ST. ALPHEGE
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7 6 7 6
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1852
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 69 | No key | | # 104 | F | | # 472 | F | | # 583 | F | | # 225 | F | | # 439 | G | | # 625 | G | | # 284 | G | | # 652 | G | | # 775 | G | | # 350 | G | | # 429 | G |
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