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Earth�s myriad children rest beneath
The senseless clod and wave:
Art thou insatiable, o death?
And thou devouring grave?
Must mortal years for ever glide?
Life but appear and go?
And generations, as a tide,
For ever ebb and flow?
Behold they wake, put on their strength,
Array themselves afresh;
The saints of Christ have lost at length
The infirmities of flesh.
An army of immortals stands,
With energies of fire,
And ne�er to die, their radiant bands,
Unto the skies aspire.
Oh, this is life: for each one now
Hath reached his true estate:
Is wiser than the wise below,
And greater than the great.
Then grieve not at the rise and fall
Of generations here;
But follow Christ, and wait his call
When he and his appear.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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1 Co 2:9; 1 Jn 3:2;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1853 | # 104 |
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