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Hymn #691: Life Is A Span, A Fleeting Hour —

Hymn #690 Hymn #692

Death, Resurrection, and Eternity

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691 (C.M.) Anne Steele

Life is a span, a fleeting hour —

How soon the vapour flies! —

Man is a tender, transient flow'r

That e'en in blooming dies.

The once-loved form, now cold and dead,

Each mournful thought employs,

And nature weeps her comforts fled,

And withered all her joys.

Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,

When what we now deplore

Shall rise in full immortal prime,

And bloom to fade no more.

Then cease, fond nature! cease thy tears;

The Saviour points on high:

There everlasting spring appears,

And joys that cannot die.

Hymn #690 Hymn #692