faith

The day is past and gone

There have been a lot of funerals recently.


The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well,
The night of death draws near.

We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds to rest;
So death will soon disrobe us all,
Of what we here possess.

And when we early rise,
And view the unwearied sun,
May we set out to win the prize,
And after glory run.

Then when our days are past,
And we from time remove,
O may we in thy bosom rest,
The bosom of thy love.
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