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[Ready for my earthen bed]
I have made my bed.
—xvii. 13.
Ready for my earthen bed,
Let me rest my fainting head,
Welcome life's expected close,
Sink in permanent repose:
Jesu's blood to which I fly
Doth my conscience purify,
Signs my weary soul's release,
Bids me now depart in peace.
Let me rest my fainting head,
Welcome life's expected close,
Sink in permanent repose:
Jesu's blood to which I fly
Doth my conscience purify,
Signs my weary soul's release,
Bids me now depart in peace.
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Thus do I my bed prepare;
O how soft, when Christ is there!
There my breathless Saviour laid
Turns it to a spicy bed:
Resting in His power to save,
Looking now beyond the grave,
Calm I lay my body down,
Rise to an immortal crown.
O how soft, when Christ is there!
There my breathless Saviour laid
Turns it to a spicy bed:
Resting in His power to save,
Looking now beyond the grave,
Calm I lay my body down,
Rise to an immortal crown.
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