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Let not hell, with frowns or smiles, Open force or cunning wiles, Snap the thread of my brief days ; But, when gently life decays, Take to Heaven Thy servant dear, Who hath loved and served Thee here ; There eternal hymns to raise, Mighty Spirit! to Thy praise !
Richard Massie. 1854.
(From John Frank. i66o.s |
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O Lamp of Life ! that on the bloody Cross Dost hang, the Beacon of our wandering race, To guide us homeward to our resting-place,
And save our best wealth from eternal loss !
So purge my inward sight from earthly dross, That, fix'd upon Thy Cross, or near or far,
In all the storms this weary bark that toss, (Whate'er be lost in that tempestuous war,) Thee I retain, my Compass and my Star!
That, when arrived upon the wish'd-for strand, I pass of death th' irrevocable bar,
And at the gate of Heaven trembling stand,
The everlasting doors may open wide,
And give Thee to my sight, God glorified !
Charles Dyson. 1816. |
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A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often cross'd me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief, That I could never answer, Nay :
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