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322 The Book of Praise.
Thou art gone to the grave : but we will not deplore thee; Whose God was thy ransom, thy Guardian, and Guide ! He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee; And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died!
Bishop Reginaid Heber. 1827. |
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CCCVI.
Brother, thou art gone before us; and thy saintly
soul is flown Where tears are wiped from every eye, and sorrow
is unknown; From the burden of the flesh, and from care and
fear releas'd, Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the
weary are at rest.
The toilsome way thou'st travelled o'er, and borne
the heavy load; But Christ hath taught thy languid feet to reach
His blest abode: ThouVt sleeping now, like Lazarus upon his father's
breast, Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the
weary are at rest.
Sin can never taint thee now, nor doubt thy faith
assail, Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ and the Holy
Spirit fail: |
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