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Ye children, Adam's, of earth begotten, / Who unto earth shall again return! / You are my own: Be it not forgotten, / I am the penalty sin did earn!. / O man, time's guest! / With my grasp, I reach thee, / From east to west, / And by voices, teach thee / With scripture's word in the Master's name, / From air and water and earth and flame.
You build and dwell like the sparrows, building, / In sunny summer, their fragile nest: / Securely feeling, in shady shielding, / They sing so joyful in happy rest; / But sudden gust / Of the tempest shatters / The tiny crust / Of their nest in tatters -- / The merry song, heard so short before, / With grief is silenced forevermore.