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1 The swift declining day,
How fast its moments fly!
While evening's broad and gloomy shade
Spreads o'er the western sky.
2 Ye mortals, mark its pace,
And use the hours of light;
And know its Maker can command
An instantaneous night.
3 His word blots out the sun
In its meridian blaze,
And cuts from smiling vigorous youth
The remnant of its days.
4 On the dark mountain's brow
Your feet shall quickly slide,
And from its airy summit dash
Your momentary pride.
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First Line: | The swift declining day |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Repentance and Pardon: Now is the Day of Salvation |