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Life, death, and the resurrection.

Think, mighty God, on feeble man;

How few his hours! how short his span!

Short from the cradle to the grave

Who can secure his vital breath

Against the bold demands of death,

With skill to fly, or power to save?

Lord, shall it be for ever said,

"The race of man was only made

For sickness, sorrow, and the dust?"

Are not thy servants day by day

Sent to their graves, and turned to clay?

Lord, where's thy kindness to the just?

Hast thou not promised to thy Son

And all his seed a heav'nly crown?

But flesh and sense indulge despair:

For ever blessed be the Lord,

That faith can read his holy word,

And find a resurrection there.

For ever blessed be the Lord,

Who gives his saints a long reward

For all their toil, reproach, and pain:

Let all below and all above

Join to proclaim thy wondrous love,

And each repeat their loud Amen.

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