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COME, let us anew Our journey pursue, March on with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear. |
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2 | His adorable will We’ll gladly fulfil, Our talents improve, By patience of hope, and by labour of love. |
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3 | Our life is a dream: Our time as a stream Glides swiftly away, And the fugitive moment refuses to stay. |
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4 | The arrow is flown, The moment is gone: The ultimate year Rushes into our view, and eternity’s here! |
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5 | May each in that Day Be able to say, ‘I have fought my way through; I have finished the work Thou didst give me to do.’ |
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6 | May each from the Lord Receive the glad word, ‘Well and faithfully done! Enter into My joy, and sit down by My throne.’ |
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Charles Wesley, 1707-88 |