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This was written on the third day of September, 1795, by Sander Mack. His age is eighty-three years, eight months and four days.
Now have all the hours
Of my four and eighty years
Passed by and disappeared
As smoke is driven away
O Lord of all times,
Thou God of eternity,
Help me, through Christ's sorrows,
To eternal blessedness.
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