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My youthful mates both small and great Stand here




My youthful mates, both small and great,
Stand here and you shall see;
An awful sight which is a type,
Of what you soon must be.


I did appear once fresh and fair.
Among the youthful crowd;
But now behold me dead and cold,
Wrapped in a sable shroud.


My cheeks once red like roses spread,
My sparkling eyes so gay;
But now you see how ‘tis with me,—
A lifeless lump of clay.


When you are dressed in all your best,
In fashion so complete;
You soon must be as you see me,
Wrapped in a winding sheet.


Ah, youth, beware, and do prepare,
To meet the monster death;
For he may come while you are young,
And steal away your breath.


When you unto amusements go,
Remember what I say;
In a short time though in your prime,
You may be called away.


When you unto my grave do go,
The gloomy place to see;
I say to you who stand in view,
Prepare to follow me.


Now I am gone I can’t return,
No more of me you’ll see;
But it is true that all of you,
Must shortly follow me.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
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      Bible Refs:
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      2005# 383
      MUSIC
      Name: HARVILLE
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates:
        SCORE PREVIEW
        score
        LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
        Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
        # 810Ab
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