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Hymn 217: A child, a youth, a man
HYMN CCXVII.
A child, a youth, a man, The whole of life below! Our time a breath, our course a span; come we? whither go?
come we?--From the womb Of dark eternity; And thither go we, through the tomb,-- Behold a mystery!
For though with worms and dust His mortal relics lie, Death may not hold or harm the just; The spirit cannot die.
On angels' wings afar, 'Tis, by a path unknown, Beyond the range of sun or star, Caught up before the throne:--
At rest in Paradise, With Him in bliss to live, Who bought it with so great a price, Heaven could no higher give:--
Till at the trumpet's sound, When soul and body meet, They twain are one again, and found In Christ, a complete.
By His good Spirit taught, While train'd on earth, may we Be thus by to glory brought, And immortality.