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WE DO NOT KNOW WHAT DAY WILL BE OUR LAST.
Let us treasure our friends,
For our wrongs make amends,
And sincerely repent of the past,
Through the world as we move,
Let our deeds be full of love,
For we never know what day will be our last.
For our wrongs make amends,
And sincerely repent of the past,
Through the world as we move,
Let our deeds be full of love,
For we never know what day will be our last.
There are faces filled with woe,
That we meet as we go,
With their heart's inmost sorrow o'ercast.
For to-morrow do not wait,
Lest our aid should be too late,
And we never know what day will be our last.
That we meet as we go,
With their heart's inmost sorrow o'ercast.
For to-morrow do not wait,
Lest our aid should be too late,
And we never know what day will be our last.
Do what'er we find to do,
With a heart sincere and true,
For we'll not return the way to-day we pass;
We are pilgrims on life's road,
Let us share each other's load,
For we never know what day will be our last.
With a heart sincere and true,
For we'll not return the way to-day we pass;
We are pilgrims on life's road,
Let us share each other's load,
For we never know what day will be our last.
If you do not roll in wealth,
Still possess a share of health,
Let no shadow o'er your countenance be cast.
Do not idly sit and fret,
Banish worry and regret,
For the day we call to-day may be our last.
Still possess a share of health,
Let no shadow o'er your countenance be cast.
Do not idly sit and fret,
Banish worry and regret,
For the day we call to-day may be our last.
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