Crossing
We know our journey leads us to a river dark and cold,
Yet we'er ever looking forward with eager heart, and bold;
Until time swiftly passing, brings our feet upon the brink,
And then we gaze affrighted, and in terror back would shrink.
Yet we'er ever looking forward with eager heart, and bold;
Until time swiftly passing, brings our feet upon the brink,
And then we gaze affrighted, and in terror back would shrink.
We know these forms must moulder soon, within the silent tomb;
But we drive away the thought, and we shudder at the gloom.
We know not when the call will come; in age, or prime, or youth;
But we know that sometime, somewhere, we must face the dreaded truth.
But we drive away the thought, and we shudder at the gloom.
We know not when the call will come; in age, or prime, or youth;
But we know that sometime, somewhere, we must face the dreaded truth.
Then live at peace with God and man, till called from earth away;
And not alone you'll cross the stream amid the shadows gray.
Blest they who through the waters deep, triumphantly can sing—
"O Grave, where is thy victory? O Death where is thy sting?"
And not alone you'll cross the stream amid the shadows gray.
Blest they who through the waters deep, triumphantly can sing—
"O Grave, where is thy victory? O Death where is thy sting?"
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