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Childhood’s years are passing o’er us,
youthful days will soon be done;
cares and sorrows lie before us,
O may he, who, meek and lowly,
trod himself this vale of woe.
Make us his, and make us holy,
guard and guide us while we go.
Hark! it is the Savior calling,
“Little children, follow me;”
Jesus, keep our feet from falling;
teach us all to follow thee.
Soon we part, it may be never,
never here to meet again;
O to meet in heaven forever!
O the crown of life to gain!
William Dickson (1817-1889)