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On every side a voice I hear
That louder speaketh year by year,
A voice I dare not lightly treat,
"Prepare, prepare thy God to meet."
The falling leaf, the fading flower,
The sinking sun at evening’s hour
All evermore to me repeat,
"Prepare, prepare thy God to meet."
The funeral train, the tolling bell,
The grave, where, dying, I must dwell,
My aching heart speaks with each beat,
"Prepare, prepare thy God to meet."
Where’er I turn, whate’er I do,
This warning message thrills me thro’,
In silent hall, or noisy street,
"Prepare, prepare thy God to meet."
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1897
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MUSIC
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MELBOURNE
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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