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<h2>WHILE WITH CEASELESS COURSE THE SUN</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.” 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_n_e_newton_j.jpg" alt="John Newton (1725-1807)" width="133.333333333333" height="196"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_newton_j.html" target="_blank">John Newton</a>, <em>Olney Hymns</em> (London: W. Oliver, 1779).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Benevento,” arranged from <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_e_webbe_s.html" target="_blank">Samuel Webbe, Sr.</a>, 1792 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_b_e_benevent.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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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_e_webbe_s_sr.gif" alt="Samuel Webbe, Sr. (1740-1816)" width="124" height="165.333333333333"></td>
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<p>While with ceaseless course the sun<br>
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Hasted through the former year,<br>
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Many souls their race have run,<br>
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Never more to meet us here;<br>
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Fixed in an eternal fate,<br>
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They have done with all below;<br>
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We a little longer wait,<br>
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But how little--none can know.</p>
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<p>As the wingèd arrow flies<br>
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Speedily the mark to find;<br>
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As the lightning from the skies<br>
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Darts, and leaves no trace behind;<br>
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Swiftly thus our fleeting days<br>
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Bear us down life’s rapid stream;<br>
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Upwards, Lord, our spirits raise,<br>
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All below is but a dream.
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<p>Thanks for mercies past receive,<br>
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Pardon of our sins renew;<br>
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Teach us, henceforth, how to live<br>
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With eternity in view:<br>
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Bless Thy Word to young and old,<br>
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Fill us with a Savior’s love;<br>
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And when life’s short tale is told,<br>
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May we dwell with Thee above.</p>
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