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Hymn #840: There Is A Stream Whose Current Flows

Hymn #839 Hymn #841

Death, Resurrection, and Eternity

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840 (C.M.) Isaac Vanmeter

There is a stream whose current flows

As ceaseless as the sun;

Onward, with sorrows, pains, and woes,

Its troubled waters run.

Still onward, pressing to its source —

The ocean, whence it came;

Nor stayed by circumstance nor force,

Is this resistless stream.

On its broad bosom as it glides,

Are heedless mortals borne;

And in the boundless ocean hides

The friends for whom we mourn.

The high, the low, are swept away,

The youth, in all his prime;

The meek, the mournful, and the gay,

By the great Stream of Time!

Eternity! unfathomed sea!

Where all our hearts are drowned!

As boundless as infinity!

Thither the stream is bound.

Soon shall its current land us there,

Soon shall our days be o'er;

And the archangel shall declare,

That Time shall be no more!

Hymn #839 Hymn #841