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the cold hand of Death shall be laid on this heart, And this now throbbing pulse shall be still, When the soul, tired of clay, shall with rapture depart, To wherever my Maker shall will.

Great God, in Thy mercy and wondrous power, Sustain and support my last breath, And grant to my spirit, in that fearful hour, A trustful submission to death.

Strong, strong in the faith of Thy holy blood spilt Upon Calvary's Mount for our sins, Teach, teach me, Lord (for Thou canst if Thou wilt), That 'tis only in Death Life begins.

To the mansions of bliss bid my soul take its flight, Through Thy blood be my sins all forgiven, And with angels all beautiful, holy, and bright, Let me rest with my Saviour in heaven, Bid me rest with my Saviour in heaven.

is not proud—is not above speaking to persons, let their circumstances be what they may!