Come, let us anew our journey pursue
Roll round with the year
And never stand still till the Master appear
His adorable will let us gladly fulfill
And our talents improve
By the patience of hope, and the labor of love
By the patience of hope, and the labor of love
Our life is a dream; our time, as a stream
Glides swiftly away
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay
The arrow is flown, the moment is gone
The millennial year
Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here
Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here
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O that each in the day of His coming may say
"I have fought my way through
I have finished the work Thou didst give me to do!"
O that each from his Lord may receive the glad word
"Well and faithfully done!
Enter into My joy, and sit down on My throne!"
"Enter into My joy, and sit down on My throne!"
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