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[Fain would I my affection show]
There was Mary Magdalene, and the other, &c.
—xxvii. 61.
Fain would I my affection show,
Keep the sepulchre in view,
Nor ever hence remove:
Through life my whole employment be
To muse on Jesus' love for me,
On Jesus' dying love.
Keep the sepulchre in view,
Nor ever hence remove:
Through life my whole employment be
To muse on Jesus' love for me,
On Jesus' dying love.
The friendship of my heavenly Friend
Death itself can never end:
The love on me bestow'd
Establish'd by His death I feel,
Confirm'd by His own Spirit's seal,
And cemented with blood.
Death itself can never end:
The love on me bestow'd
Establish'd by His death I feel,
Confirm'd by His own Spirit's seal,
And cemented with blood.
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Station'd by my Redeemer's grave,
Waiting for His power to save,
Adhering to His word,
I prove my firm fidelity,
Conceal'd with Him I cannot see,
And buried with my Lord.
Waiting for His power to save,
Adhering to His word,
I prove my firm fidelity,
Conceal'd with Him I cannot see,
And buried with my Lord.
To all who watch His sepulchre,
Jesus shall again appear,
His faithful followers own;
The Head shall bid the members rise,
And draw us after to the skies,
And seat us on His throne.
Jesus shall again appear,
His faithful followers own;
The Head shall bid the members rise,
And draw us after to the skies,
And seat us on His throne.
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