  Childhood years are passing o’er us, Days of youth will soon be gone; Many a sorrow lies before us, Many a dangerous snare unknown. Oh, may He who is meek and lowly, Abide with us thru sin and woe; Make us His and keep us holy, Guide and guard us as we go. May our lives be as a sunbeam, Each day beaming fair and bright; Leading someone’s wearied soul, From the darkness to the light. When our work on earth is finished, And life’s race has been run; May we hear a voice from heaven, Saying, it was faithfully done. Then on the other side of Jordan, Where all things are bright and fair; Where the angels are sweetly singing, There a crown and robe we’ll wear. No more sickness, no more sorrow, No more death we’ll feel or see; But with Jesus and His angels, We shall dwell eternally. |
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