The deeds we do, the words we say, into still air they seem to fleet; We count them ever past; But they shall last – In the dread judgment they and we shall meet.
The deeds we do, the words we say, into still air they seem to fleet
The deeds we do, the words we say, into still air they seem to fleet; We count them ever past; But they shall last – In the dread judgment they and we shall meet.
