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1 hope to meet you all above, Where we fhall fing redeeming love.

Brothers and fitters fare you well,

I'm now agoing to die, I feel fubmitted to God's will,

I truft my name is written on high, I truft my fins are all forgiven,

1 hope to rain with you in Ileav'n.

Be nigh to them in trials here,

This world is not their home, Fill their fouls with love and fear,

In themlet murmuring have no reel* ; Father and mother, they'll have none,

Be nigh to them when 1 am gone.

Lord give me patience here,

To wait untill my time is con f , Patiently my pains to bear*

Then may 1 go rejoicing home, Through the {hades of death be nig* to ate,

toy God, my trull is all thee. Come welcome death your warront s reio>

I'm prepar'd to die, Come welcome angels with fpeed come.

Convey my foul to God on high, Come welcome faviour vilit me,

Come fit my foul at liberty,

Back jl icier s* Return. \yJi\ deareft friend my lovely favWs