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Death floats on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower:
Each season has its own disease,
Its peril every hour!
Our eyes have seen the rosy light
Of youth's soft cheek decay,
And fate descend in sudden night
On manhood's middle day.
Our eyes have seen the steps of age
Halt feebly to the tomb;
And yet shall earth our hearts engage,
And dreams of days to come?
Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know;
Where'er thy foot can tread,
The earth rings hollow from below,
And warns thee of her dead!
Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply
To truths divinely given:
The forms which underneath thee lie
Shall live for hell or heaven!
---Alternative verses---
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower:
Each season has its own disease,
Its peril every hour!
We daily see the rosy light
Of youth’s soft cheek decay;
And life depart in sudden night
Ere scarce has dawned the day.
Look downward, then; thy danger know;
Where now thy foot may tread,
List to the warning from below,
There lie the buried dead.
Look upward, too; by faith apply
The truth divinely given;
On Jesus and his word rely,
And fit thy soul for heaven.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 2005 | # 432 | | 1899 | # 586 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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BYEFIELD
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1840
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 584 | F |
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