Faded away like the dews of the morn,
The days that we live we cannot recall
We can look to God and give thanks for them all.
Have vanished away to return never more,
So look to the future forget all the past,
For we cannot tell which day shall be last,
Then the night comes, and the day fades away,
In heaven our Lord has made the days sure,
But days here on earth were not made to endure,
The days He has promised will not pass away,
If only we trust Him we surely will go,
Where the fountains of life so freely do flow.
And pray for the day you'll be safe in the fold,
For soon He will His kingdom restore,
We'll have happy days with Him ever more.
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