My, Soul, Come, Meditate the Day
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Hymn 214 C.M. 1. My, soul, come, meditate the day, And think how near it stands, When thou must quit this house of clay, And fly to unknown lands. 2. Oh! could we die with those who die, And place us in their stead; Then would our spirits learn to fly, And converse with the dead:— 3. Then should we see the saints above In their own glorious forms; And wonder why our souls should love To dwell with mortal worms. 4. We should almost forsake our clay Before the summons come, And pray, and wish our souls away To their eternal home.