"As dying, and behold we live!" So live the Saints while time is flying; Make all they make, give all they give, As dying; Bear all they bear without replying; They grieve as tho' they did not grieve, Uplifting praise with prayer and sighing. Patient thro' life's long - drawn reprieve, Aloof from strife, at peace from crying, The morrow to its day they leave, As dying. |