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| 51 THERE is an hour when I must part With all I hold most dear ; And life, with its best hopes, will then As nothingness appear. There is an hour when 1 must sink Beneath the stroke of death, And yield to Him who gave it first My struggling vital breath. There is an hour when I must stand Before the judgment seat, And all my actions, thoughts and words In trying ordeal meet. Oi', MAY I NOW BE WISE, WHILE STILL THAT HOUR'S IN FUTURE STORED, And live acceptably to Him Who is my judge and Lord. |
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