"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
In heaven's morning breaks
And earth's vain shadows flee
Changes and decay are all around
In life
In death
The Lord changes not
He is kind and good with healing in His wings
for tears of all woes
Where is death's sting?
Where, grave thy victory?
We triumphs still, He abides with us
And we Him
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The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
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