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A thousand ages known to He are gone.
In peace, I'll never be alone.
Time, oh time, just a running stream.
But He, I know, is not a dream.
With the whole realm of nature mine.
The love of a child, that is so divine.
And then I see, his hands, his feet.
How did love, such sorrow meet.
How can I? A sinful man.
Sow his seed, amongst this land.
The strife is fierce, and the days are long.
But I must carry, the warfare on.
Because I know, the Father, and Son.
And that the both, are but one.
This sword in hand, must sow these hills.
The Holy Spirit, but knows I will.
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