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‘The Things which are Behind.’
Leave behind earth's empty pleasure,
Fleeting hope and changeful love;
Leave its soon-corroding treasure:
There are better things above.
Fleeting hope and changeful love;
Leave its soon-corroding treasure:
There are better things above.
Leave, oh, leave thy fond aspirings,
Bid thy restless heart be still;
Cease, oh, cease thy vain desirings,
Only seek thy Father's will.
Bid thy restless heart be still;
Cease, oh, cease thy vain desirings,
Only seek thy Father's will.
Leave behind thy faithless sorrow,
And thine every anxious care;
He who only knows the morrow
Can for thee its burden bear.
And thine every anxious care;
He who only knows the morrow
Can for thee its burden bear.
Leave behind the doubting spirit,
And thy crushing load of sin;
By thy mighty Saviour's merit,
Life eternal thou shalt win.
And thy crushing load of sin;
By thy mighty Saviour's merit,
Life eternal thou shalt win.
Leave the darkness gathering o'er thee,
Leave the shadow-land behind;
Realms of glory lie before thee;
Enter in, and welcome find.
Leave the shadow-land behind;
Realms of glory lie before thee;
Enter in, and welcome find.
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