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Life is a span, a fleeting hour:
How soon the vapour flies!
Man is a tender, transient flower,
That e'en in blooming dies.
Death spreads his withering, wintry arms
And beauty smiles no more:
Ah! where are now those rising charms
Which pleased our eyes before?
That once loved form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;
We weep our earthly comforts fled.
And withered all our joys.
Hope looks beyond the bounds of time.
When what we now deplore
Shall rise in full, immortal prime,
And bloom to fade no more.
Cease, then, fond nature, cease thy tears,
Religion points on high
There everlasting spring appears,
And joys that can not die.
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The once-loved form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;
And nature weeps her comfort fled,
And withered all her joys.
Cease, then, fond nature, cease thy tears,
Thy Saviour dwells on high
There everlasting spring appears,
There joys shall never die.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 2005 | # 380 | | 1899 | # 610 | | 1866 | # 1201 |
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FAITHFUL
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
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