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106.
[Shrinking from the cold hand of death]
Jacob gathered up his feet into the bed, &c.
—xlix. 33.
Shrinking from the cold hand of death,
I too shall gather up my feet,
Shall soon resign this fleeting breath,
And die, my father's God to meet;
Number'd among Thy people, I
Expect with joy Thy face to see,
Because Thou didst for sinners die,
Thou wilt in death remember me.
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