 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
DYING HYMN.
Earth, with its dark and dreadful ills,
Recedes, and fades away;
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly hills;
Ye gates of death, give way!
Recedes, and fades away;
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly hills;
Ye gates of death, give way!
My soul is full of whispered song;
My blindness is my sight;
The shadows that I feared so long
Are all alive with light.
My blindness is my sight;
The shadows that I feared so long
Are all alive with light.
The while my pulses faintly beat,
My faith doth so abound,
I feel grow firm beneath my feet
The green immortal ground.
My faith doth so abound,
I feel grow firm beneath my feet
The green immortal ground.
That faith to me a courage gives,
Low as the grave, to go;
I know that my Redeemer lives:
That I shall live, I know.
Low as the grave, to go;
I know that my Redeemer lives:
That I shall live, I know.
The palace walls I almost see,
Where dwells my Lord and King;
O grave, where is thy victory!
O death, where is thy sting!
Where dwells my Lord and King;
O grave, where is thy victory!
O death, where is thy sting!
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