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Rh Time's footsteps quickly die away,

Soon emptied is his glass;

We wait for an oncoming Day

Which nevermore shall pass.

Old hopes revive, new hopes are born,

The coming months to cheer;

And phantom-fears and griefs outworn

Die with the dying year.

Oh, all the years and all the days

Our waiting hearts shall be

Harps tremulous with His dear praise

Whose is Eternity!