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365. The Aged Christian.
1
Christian! swift thy days decline,Behold the setting sun!
Relax not thy might,
The goal is in sight,
Ere long and the race will be won.
2
The travellers who know at eveThey shall their homes survey,
Their spirits sustain
Through the wind and the rain,
And fear not the toils of the way.
3
A glorious rest for thee awaits,When life's short reign shall cease;
With joys ever new,
Thou the Saviour shalt view,
In the regions of permanent peace!
4
Let none of weariness complain,Whose hopes can reach the skies;
With prospects so fair,
Heed not trouble nor care,
But rejoicing press on to the prize.
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