1 Never let the good despair,
While the cherub hope is near;
Trust in him who gave thee breath,
He will ease the pangs of death;
To the faithful Christian, he
Whispers immortality.
2 Should the haughty man oppress,
Frowning on thee in distress;
Or because thou'rt meek and poor
Shut thee from his stately door;
Call on God, be not afraid
He will ne'er refuse thee aid.
3 Or should death in ambush lie,
When thy hour is come to die,
Heed him not but rust thy soul
With the Lord, who shall controul
Death's cold hand, for time will show
Death shall die as well as thou.
3 Then thy soul shall be convey'd
Where the heav'nly choirs array'd;
Near their high Immortal King,
Hallelujahs there to sing
Faithful Christians kneeling by,
Bless'd to all eternity.
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First Line: | Never let the good despair |
Title: | The Christian's Consolation |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1803 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |