The Day is Past and Gone

The Day Is Past and Gone.
By Orange Scott.
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The day is past and gone.
Theening shades appear: peari
Oh, may we all remember well
The night of death draws near.

We iny our garments by.
Upon our beds to rest: “64-3
So death will soon disrobe us all
Of what we here possessed.

Lord keep us safe this night
Secure from all our fears:
May angels guard us while we sleep
Till morning light appears,

And if we early rise
And view the unwearted sun,
May we set out to win the prize
And after glory run.

And when our days are past,
And we from time remove,
Oh, may we in thy bosom rest,
The boron of thy love.