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John Brownlie

6,6,8,6

Refrain

The time is drawing near,

It may not tarry long,

When they who face the conflict here,

Shall join the glorious throng,

Where gladness fills the heart,

And honour crowns the brow;

For tireless service fit me, Lord,

By willing service now.

Let sunshine flood the soul,

When threatening night descends,

That I may see the light serene

No sunset ever ends.

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Let strength my spirit nerve,

That, with each labour done,

I may, like those who serve above,

See some new task begun;

The time is drawing near:

Till that bright morning break,

May I, with those who see Thy face,

Thy will, my pleasure make:

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