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Text: | The dying Christian |
1 The hour of my departure’s come;
I hear the voice that calls me home;
At last, O Lord! let trouble cease,
And let thy servant die in peace.
2 The race appointed I have run;
The combat’s o’er, the prize is won;
And now my witness is on high,
And now my record’s in the sky.
3 Not in mine innocence I trust;
I bow before thee in the dust;
And through my Savior’s blood alone,
I look for mercy at thy throne.
4 I leave the world without a tear,
Save for the friends I held so dear;
To heal their sorrow, Lord, descend,
And to the friendless prove a friend.
5 I come, I come, at thy command;
I give my spirit to thy hand;
Stretch forth thine everlasting arms,
And shield me in the last alarms!
6 The hour of my departure’s come;
I hear the voice that calls me home:
Now, O my God! let trouble cease,
Now let thy servant die in peace.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | The hour of my departure's come |
Title: | The dying Christian |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
Topic: | The Christian: His Various Relations |