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[“Ere the parting year expire]
“Ere the parting year expire,
Ere is toll'd its solemn knell,
Let me of myself inquire,
Have I spent it ill, or well?
Ere is toll'd its solemn knell,
Let me of myself inquire,
Have I spent it ill, or well?
Was it to my Maker given?
Or to Mammon sold a slave?
Am I one step nearer heaven,
As I'm many to the grave?
Or to Mammon sold a slave?
Am I one step nearer heaven,
As I'm many to the grave?
Have I let Religion's light
Shine upon the path I trod,
That man, her beauty seeing, might
Glorify the Living God?
Shine upon the path I trod,
That man, her beauty seeing, might
Glorify the Living God?
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From the burning have I striven
Other brands for Him to save?
Am I one step nearer heaven
As I'm many to the grave?”
Other brands for Him to save?
Am I one step nearer heaven
As I'm many to the grave?”
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