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353.
[Is it a thing so small]
Get thee up and die.
—xxxii. 49, 50.
Is it a thing so small,
So easy to comply,
When summon'd by a sudden call
To get us up, and die?
For those who humbly keep
The faith by Christ bestow'd,
To die is but to fall asleep
In the soft arms of God!
So easy to comply,
When summon'd by a sudden call
To get us up, and die?
For those who humbly keep
The faith by Christ bestow'd,
To die is but to fall asleep
In the soft arms of God!
O could I thus sink down
To everlasting rest,
Without a lingering sigh or groan,
On my Redeemer's breast!
Jesus, Thy blood apply,
Thy mind and Spirit give,
Then shall I get me up and die,
Then shall I truly live.
To everlasting rest,
Without a lingering sigh or groan,
On my Redeemer's breast!
Jesus, Thy blood apply,
Thy mind and Spirit give,
Then shall I get me up and die,
Then shall I truly live.
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