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340b Whitestown




Remember, Lord, our mortal state,
How frail our lives! how short the date!
Where is the man that draws his breath
Safe from disease, secure from death?

Lord, while we see whole nations die,
Our flesh and sense repine and cry,
Must death forever rage and reign?
Or hast thou made mankind in vain?


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