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[Jesus, was ever love like Thine!]
Jesus, when He had cried again with a loud, &c.
—xxvii. 50.
Jesus, was ever love like Thine!
Thy life a scene of wonder is,
Thy death itself is all Divine,
While, pleased Thy spirit to dismiss,
Thou dost out of the flesh retire,
And, like the Prince of Life expire!
Thy death supports the dying saint:
Thy death my sovereign comfort be!
While feeble flesh and nature faint,
Arm with Thy mortal agony,
And fill, while soul and body part,
With life, immortal life, my heart.
O let Thy death's mysterious power
With all its sacred weight descend,
To consecrate my final hour,
To bless me with Thy peaceful end;
And breathed into the hands Divine
My spirit be received with Thine!
