To Every Thing There is a Season John Rutter

To every thing there is a season
And a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted

To every thing there is a season
And a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a timе to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a timе to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak

To every thing there is a season
And a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to love, and a time to hate:
A time of war and a time of peace