1 While with ceaseless course the sun
Hasted through the dying year,
Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here;
2 Fixed in an eternal state,
They have done with all below:
We a little longer wait,
But how little, none can know.
3 Thanks for mercies past receive,
Pardon, Lord, our sins anew;
Teach us henceforth how to live
With eternity in view.
4 Bless Thy Word to young and old,
Fill us with a Savior's love;
And when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with Thee above.
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First Line: | While with ceaseless course the sun |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |
Topic: | The Church Year: Sylvester Eve |
Notes: | Author from Index: Newton |