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"And deliver them who, through fear of death, were all their lifetime subject to bondage."—Hebrews, ii., 15.

to die!—afraid to sleep In earth, our mother's tranquil breast, Where snares and troubles vex no more, And all the weary are at rest?

Afraid to die!—afraid to take His hand who trod the shadowy vale, And leads us on to pastures green, And living streams that never fail?

Afraid to die!—afraid to bear The pang that but a moment tries, And, o'er the sway of pain and care, Ascend to mansions in the skies?

Afraid to die!—afraid to leave The cradle and the worthless toy, And take our ripen'd being's crown, And soar to consummated joy?

Afraid to die!—afraid to trust His promise who shall burst the tomb, And raise the renovated dust More glorious from its transient gloom?