Life seems but a spark­ling ri­ver,
Flowing down the steep of time,
Bearing trust­ing spir­its ev­er,
To a hap­py, ho­ly clime.

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Let us, then, be up and do­ing,
Let us la­bor while we may;
Roses ’round each path­way strew­ing,
Treading soft­ly all life’s way.

We have but a short pro­ba­tion,
Soon our la­bors will be o’er;
Soon from toil and sore temp­ta­tion,
We shall rest for­ev­er­more!

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Yes, the night of death steals o’er us,
Calling us from earth away;
And eter­ni­ty be­fore us,
Beams with light of end­less day.

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Cheering pil­grims, faint and wea­ry,
And with ten­der­ness and love;
Pointing thro’ earth’s dark­ness drea­ry,
To the glo­ri­ous home above.

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