N midst of Life we are in Death,
Of whom then may we seek
For succour, but of Thee, O Lord,
To whom else can we speak?
"In the midst of life we are in death; of whom then may we seek succour but of Thee, O Lord?"
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Of whom then may we seek
For succour, but of Thee, O Lord,
To whom else can we speak?
When Life seems fair as summer's morn,
When health and joy are ours,
O let us then remember, Lord,
Will come Life's darker hours.
When health and joy are ours,
O let us then remember, Lord,
Will come Life's darker hours.
For in the warmth of day we see
The flowers are fresh and fair,
But mark how frail, and O how sure
Will fall the cold death there.
The flowers are fresh and fair,
But mark how frail, and O how sure
Will fall the cold death there.
Nor summer's sun, nor evening dew,
Nor human band can stay
The frosty wind of death and blight,
That steals their life away.
Nor human band can stay
The frosty wind of death and blight,
That steals their life away.
For in the midst of life, how sure
Will fall death's icy hand
Upon some flower of love we prize—
Unclasp some loving hand,
Will fall death's icy hand
Upon some flower of love we prize—
Unclasp some loving hand,
We thought we held so fast in ours,
That nothing could divide,
Until death's servant came and took
An angel from our side.
That nothing could divide,
Until death's servant came and took
An angel from our side.
There is no death since Jesu died,
That word is known no more,
'Tis only life the angels sing,
O life for evermore!
That word is known no more,
'Tis only life the angels sing,
O life for evermore!