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PASSING AWAY.
What is the whisper of the dying year?“Passing away,” it sighs, “Passing away:”
Nothing below continues in one stay;
All earthly glories fade and disappear.
The haunts to childhood and to memory dear—
The cherished walls where once we knelt to pray,
Our very churches crumble and decay:
The touch of Time corrodeth all things here.
But 'mid the general wreck two things endure;
Nor change shall reach them, nor decay shall wrong;
The steadfast stars may fall; God's Word stands sure;
And whoso does God's will, he shall prolong
His life for ever in those mansions pure,
Where men shall be as angels bright and strong.
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