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162 The Book of Praise.
His heart that's touch'd with all our joys And feeleth for our grief.
Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord ;
Unseal that cleansing tide ; We have no shelter from our sin,
But in Thy wounded side.
Cecil Frances A lexander. [1858.]
XII.
RESURRECTION AND ETERNAL LIFE.
" And I look for the Resurrection of the dead, and I he Life oj the world to come. Amen."
CXLIX.
Earth to earth, and dust to dust, Lord, we own the sentence just; Head and tongue, and hand and heart, All in guilt have borne their part; Righteous is the common doom, All must moulder in the tomb.
Like the seed in spring-time sown, Like the leaves in autumn strown, Low these goodly frames must lie, All our pomp and glory die ; -Soon the Spoiler seeks his prey, Soon he bears us all away.
Yet the seed, upraised again, Clothes with green the smiling plain ; Onward as the seasons move, Leaves and blossoms deck the grove ; And shall we forgotten lie, Lost for ever, when we die ? |
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