The swift declining day
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The swift declining day,How fast its moments fly!While evening's broad and gloomy shadeGains on the western sky.
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Ye mortals, mark its pace,And use the hours of light;And know, its Maker can commandAt once death's silent night.
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Give glory to the Lord,Who rules the whirling sphere;Submissive at his footstool bow,And seek salvation there.
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Then shall new luster breakThrough death's impending gloom,And lead you to unchanging lightIn your celestial home.