Pass a few swiftly-fleeting years, And all that now in bodies live
Pass a few swiftly-fleeting years, And all that now in bodies live Shall quit, like me, the vale of tears, Their righteous sentence to receive.
But all, before they hence remove, May mansions for themselves prepare In that eternal house above; And, O my God, shall I be there?
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