Brat Farrar (bratfarrar) wrote,
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Third Sunday after Pentecost




The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
Oh, 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 now possess.

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

And when the days are past
And we from time remove,
Oh may we in thy bosom rest,
The bosom of thy love.
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