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My flying years, time urges on;
What's mortal must decay;
My friends—my youth's companions gone,
Can I expect to stay?
Can I exemption plead, when death
Projects his awful dart?
Can med'cine then prolong my breath?
Or virtue shield my heart?
Oh! no—then smooth, O Lord, the hour;
On thee my hope depends:
Support me with almighty power,
While dust to dust descends.
Then shall my soul, O gracious God!
(While angels guard the way,)
With rapture haste to thine abode,
To dwell in endless day.
Through heaven, howe'er remote the bound,
Thy love I'll then proclaim:
And join the choir of saints that sound
Their great Redeemer's name.
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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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Name:
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ST. FULBERT
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1849
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 108 | D | | # 205 | D | | # 8 | D | | # 189 | D | | # 48 | E | | # 1010 | E | | # 604 | E | | # 125 | E | | # 628 | Eb | | # 306 | Eb | | # 816.2 | No key |
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