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C. M.
I will cause the sun to go down at noon.
Amos 8:9.
When blooming youth is snatched away
By death’s resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.
2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, impressed
With awful power, “I too must die,”
Sink deep in every breast.
3 Let this vain world engage no more;
Behold the opening tomb:
It bids us seize the present hour:
To-morrow death may come.
4 O let us fly—to Jesus fly,
Whose powerful arm can save;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o’er the grave.
5 Great God thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power;
This only can prepare the heart
For death’s approaching hour.
Mrs. Steele.