It sweeps their failings out of sight;
It clothes their good in heavenly light.
O Christ, our life, foredate the work of death
And do this now;
Thou, who art love, thus hallow our beloved;
Not death, but Thou!
—Elizabeth Rundle Charles.
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God gives each man one life, like a lamp, then gives
That lamp due measure of oil: Lamp lighted—hold high, wave wide,