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LIFE A SPAN.
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
—Eccles. i. 2.
Our mortal life will soon be done,
The tomb now warns us to prepare,—
Our measured course will soon be run,
We hasten where our fathers are.
O vanity of vanities!
The tomb now warns us to prepare,—
Our measured course will soon be run,
We hasten where our fathers are.
O vanity of vanities!
What real good commands our care,
Our labours, all our numerous ends?
At best, but glittering chains we wear,
Some empty name, some fickle friends.
O vanity of vanities!
Our labours, all our numerous ends?
At best, but glittering chains we wear,
Some empty name, some fickle friends.
O vanity of vanities!
Our course of years is speeding fast!
We touch upon eternity:
O, Jesus, take our souls at last,
And let them cloth'd in glory be!
O wash away our vanities.
We touch upon eternity:
O, Jesus, take our souls at last,
And let them cloth'd in glory be!
O wash away our vanities.
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