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List to the clanging bells of time,
Tolling, tolling a low, sad chime,
A requiem chant o'er the grand Old Year,
Hark! he is speaking, and bids us hear:

"Friends, I am dying, my hours are few,
This is the message I leave for you, --
Bought with a price, ye are not your own,
Live for the Master and Him alone.

"Gather the sheep from the mountains cold,
Gather them into the Shepherd's fold,
Work for His cause till your work is done,
Stand by the cross till your crown is won.

"Epworth League, there are hosts above
Watching your labor of zeal and love,
Faithful abide till your days are past,
Then what a joy will be yours at last.'

"I shall be gone ere the new-born year
Comes in its beauty the world to. cheer:
Once I was young, and my flowers were bright, --
Think of me kindly, Good-night! Good-night!"