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Thy life is one unwearing day;
Before its Now Thou hast No varied future yet unlived,
No lapse of changeless past.
Thou comest not, Thou goest not,
Thou wert not, wilt not be; Eternity is but a thought
By which we think of Thee.
No epochs lie behind Thy life;
Thou hold'st Thy life of none: No other life is by Thy side;
Thine is supremely lone.
Far upward in the timeless past, Ere form or space had come,
We see Thee by Thine own dread light, Thyself Thine only home.
Thy vastness is not young or old;
Thy life hath never grown ; No time can measure out Thy days,
No space can make Thy throne.
Thy life is deep within Thyself,
Sole Unbegotten Sire! But Son and Spirit flow from Thee
In coeternal lire.