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2 Jesus, merciful Redeemer, 4 Wise that we our days may number,
Rouse dead souls to hear Thy voice; Strive and wrestle with our sin,
Wake, O wake each idle dreamer Stay not in our work, nor slumber
Now to make the eternal choice. Till Thy glorious rest we win. |
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3 As a shadow life is fleeting; As a vapor so it flies; For the old year now retreating Pardon grant, and make us wise; |
5 Soon before the Judge all glorious We with all the dead shall stand: Saviour, over death victorious,
Place us then on Thy right hand. |
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