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Lo! another year is gone!
Quickly have the seasons passed
This we enter now upon,
Will to many prove their last.
Some, we now no longer see,
Who their mortal race have run,
Seemed as fair for life as we,
When the former year begun.
Some, (but who. God only knows,)
That are here assembled now.
Ere the present year shall close,
To the stroke of death must bow.
If from guilt and sin set free,
By the knowledge of thy grace,
Welcome then, the call will be,
To depart, and see thy face.
To thy saints, while here below,
With new years new mercies come;
But the happiest year they know,
Is their last, which leads them home.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Bible Refs:
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Jer 28:16;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1815 | # 659 |
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ST. BEES
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7 7 7 7
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1862
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 90 | No key | | # 320 | Ab | | # 414 | Ab | | # 527 | Ab | | # 365 | Ab | | # 521 | Ab | | # 432 | Ab | | # 63 | Ab | | # 260 | Ab | | # 468 | Ab |
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