If
life exceeds one hundred years,
Our
days on earth still seem so few
As
our eternal home appears
When
endless ages are in view.
We
ought to view, therefore, our days
As
precious gifts our Lord will give,
Inviting
Him to search our ways
And
teach us daily how to live.
Each
day He's there when we awake
To
share His thoughts with us again.
How
precious is this time we take
To
hear His Word and praise Him then.
Lord,
day by day we learn to cherish
Your
morning mercies ever new,
Assured
that, though our bodies perish,
We'll
soon be face to face with You.
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