 | "Until the Day Break," |  |
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LIFE'S SHADOWS.
Ere life's last shadows lengthen out,
Ere thy fair sky grow dim,
Ere the dread darkness falls on thee,
Acquaint thyself with Him!
'Tis all thou needest, child of time,
To make a heaven of earth's low clime.
Ere thy fair sky grow dim,
Ere the dread darkness falls on thee,
Acquaint thyself with Him!
'Tis all thou needest, child of time,
To make a heaven of earth's low clime.
Nearer the setting sun thou art,
Nearer the silent brim
Of the lone stream which thou must cross:
Acquaint thyself with Him!
'Tis all thou needest, child of sin,
To make a heaven thy soul within.
Nearer the silent brim
Of the lone stream which thou must cross:
Acquaint thyself with Him!
'Tis all thou needest, child of sin,
To make a heaven thy soul within.
| "Until the Day Break," | |