1 How many kindred souls are fled
To the vast regions of the dead,
Since from this day the changing sun
Through his last yearly period run!
2 We yet survive; but who can say,
Or through the year, or month or day,
I will retain this vital breath;
Thus far at least in league with death?
3 That breath is Thine, eternal God,
’This Thine to fix the soul’s abode;
It holds its life from Thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown.
4 To Thee our spirits we resign,
Make them and own them, still as Thine;
So shall they smile, secure from fear,
Though death should blast the rising year.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9598
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|The Cyber Hymnal #9598||How Many Kindred Souls Are Fled||How many kindred souls are fled||TRURO||Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751||LM||A cento from "God of My Life, Thy Constant Care." ; <cite>Selection of Psalms and Hymns for Public and Private Use</cite>, by Thomas Cotterill, 1810|