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THE WORLD'S EMPTINESS.
For the fashion of this world passeth away.
—1 Cor. vii. 31.
O 'tis not what we fancied it—
This world, this world of ours;
We thought its skies were sunshine all,
And all its fields were flowers.
But its skies are soon o'erclouded,
Its flowers they fade away;
Our youthful hopes are vanishing,
Our early joys decay.
This world, this world of ours;
We thought its skies were sunshine all,
And all its fields were flowers.
But its skies are soon o'erclouded,
Its flowers they fade away;
Our youthful hopes are vanishing,
Our early joys decay.
But another light is breaking,
Which beams from heaven on high;
And other flowers are blossoming,
Which cannot fade or die.
There's a brighter land above us,
To which we seek to come;
Our sure and quiet resting-place,
Our everlasting home.
Which beams from heaven on high;
And other flowers are blossoming,
Which cannot fade or die.
There's a brighter land above us,
To which we seek to come;
Our sure and quiet resting-place,
Our everlasting home.
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Its fields are ever beautiful,
Its skies are ever fair,
Its day is always clear and bright,
For Christ its sun is there.
O Sun of Righteousness arise!
Thy light upon us beam;
For all this life is but a sleep,
And all this world a dream.
Its skies are ever fair,
Its day is always clear and bright,
For Christ its sun is there.
O Sun of Righteousness arise!
Thy light upon us beam;
For all this life is but a sleep,
And all this world a dream.
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