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Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.
Like flowery fields the nations stand,
Pleased with the morning light;
The flowers beneath the mower’s hand
Lie withering ere ‘tis night.
Thy word commands our flesh to dust
“Return, ye sons of men,”
All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.
A thousand ages in thy sight,
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 2005 | # 414 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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LEICESTER
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1870
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 758 | Eb | | # 320 | Eb | | # 323 | Eb | | # 323 | Eb |
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