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THE DYING YEAR.


THOU brief, eventful, fleeting, dying Year !
O, that with thee might die all mortal feud !
Wrath, Hatred, Malice, Envy, Lust, and Fear
All of Sin's hellish and accursed brood !

For, oh ! what woes, what crimes, what horrors dire,
Torment, affright, and curse the human race !
O, Prince of Peace ! Emanuel ! Messiah !
Make Earth, as Heaven, a holy dwelling-place !

Are not the kingdoms of this world thine own,
By promise, and a rich inheritance ?
Then seize the sceptre, and ascend thy throne,

And let thy cause from shore to shore advance ;
And from the river to remotest sea,
Let there go up the shout of victory !




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