Our Misty Veil

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 What is life but a swift-fading vapor

 Filled with works done in vain labor.

 This Misty Veil in which we stand 

 Veils nothing more than sinking sand.

 A filthy smog is all our righteousness,

 But we languish not in all hopelessness.

 For the Son comes and chases our dark clouds away

 That in eternity with Him we might stay.

 Vicariously through Him we shall shine

 Until we meet with Him at the end of our time.

 

 

 

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