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180 Whitestown



Remember, Lord, our mortal state,
How frail our lives, how short the date!
Where is the man that draws his breath,
Safe from disease, secure from death!

Lord, While we see whole nations die, 
Our flesh and strength repine, and cry,
Must death forever rage and reign?
Or hast thou made mankind in vain?

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