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<h2>WHEN ON MY DAY OF LIFE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“My days are like a shadow that declineth.” Psalm 102:11</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_h_whittier_jg.jpg" alt="John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892)" width="100" height="156"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_h_whittier_jg.html" target="_blank">John Greenleaf Whittier</a>, 1882; first appeared in his <em>The Bay of Seven Islands, and other Poems</em>, 1883.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Flemming,” Friedrich Ferdinand Flemming, 1811 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_f_l_flemming.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<li>“Rouen,” French church melody </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_r_rouen.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>When on my day of life the night is falling,<br>
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And in the winds, from unsunned spaces blown,<br>
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I hear far voices out of darkness calling<br>
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My feet to paths unknown.</p>
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<p>Thou, Who hast made my home of life so pleasant,<br>
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Leave not its tenant when its walls decay;<br>
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O Love divine, O Helper ever present,<br>
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Be Thou my strength and stay!</p>
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<p>Be near me when all else is from me drifting—<br>
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Earth, sky, home’s pictures, days of shade and shine,<br>
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And kindly faces to my own uplifting<br>
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The love which answers mine.</p>
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<p>I have but Thee, my Father; let Thy Spirit<br>
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Be with me then to comfort and uphold;<br>
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No gate of pearl, no branch of palm I merit,<br>
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Nor street of shining gold.</p>
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<p>Suffice it if—my good and ill unreckoned,<br>
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And both forgiven through Thy abounding grace—<br>
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I find myself by hands familiar beckoned<br>
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Unto my fitting place.</p>
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<p>Some humble door among Thy many mansions,<br>
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Some sheltering shade where sin and striving cease,<br>
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And flows forever through heaven’s green expansions<br>
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The river of Thy peace.</p>
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<p>There from the music round about me stealing<br>
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I fain would learn the new and holy song,<br>
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And find at last, beneath Thy trees of healing,<br>
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The life for which I long.</p>
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