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THE DYING CHRISTIAN.
A PARODY.
“Vital spark of heavenly flame!”
Thou must quit this mortal frame.
Yet on Christ, thy life, relying,
Death is gain; then fear not dying.
Soon shall cease this mortal strife,
And death be swallowed up of life.
Thou must quit this mortal frame.
Yet on Christ, thy life, relying,
Death is gain; then fear not dying.
Soon shall cease this mortal strife,
And death be swallowed up of life.
Hark! a voice from heaven has said,
“Blessed are the pious dead.”
Why should earth so fondly twine
Round this fainting heart of mine?
Holy Spirit, Quickening Breath!
Be thou my spirit's life in death.
“Blessed are the pious dead.”
Why should earth so fondly twine
Round this fainting heart of mine?
Holy Spirit, Quickening Breath!
Be thou my spirit's life in death.
The world recedes:—Begone my fears!
Beyond the narrow stream appears
The City of Heaven's King.
Soon shall this chorus fill the sky:
O Grave! where is thy Victory?
O Death! where is thy Sting?
Beyond the narrow stream appears
The City of Heaven's King.
Soon shall this chorus fill the sky:
O Grave! where is thy Victory?
O Death! where is thy Sting?
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