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DEATH SONG.
Adieu ye gloomy walls of stone,
Where guilt and crime in fetters groan!
That long have been my living tomb,
Awaiting this my dreadful doom.
Adieu my prison comrades all!
Hear Justice for me sternly call;
I go to answer his demands,
And yield my life beneath his hands.
Where guilt and crime in fetters groan!
That long have been my living tomb,
Awaiting this my dreadful doom.
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Hear Justice for me sternly call;
I go to answer his demands,
And yield my life beneath his hands.
Lo! the vast crowds that throng around
To see me leap the mortal bound!
While my poor eye bewildered roams
To where the waiting gibbet glooms.
Hark! to the death-march rolling slow,
As onward to the bourn we go;
With muffled drum and wailing fife
I bid my last farewell to life!
To see me leap the mortal bound!
While my poor eye bewildered roams
To where the waiting gibbet glooms.
Hark! to the death-march rolling slow,
As onward to the bourn we go;
With muffled drum and wailing fife
I bid my last farewell to life!
“Was it for crimes that I had done”
The Father sent his only Son
Down from his throne in heaven high,
On this polluted earth to die?
Then standing in the fatal rope
In his forgiveness let me hope,
Nor at the awful summons quail
When the frail prop beneath me fail.
The Father sent his only Son
Down from his throne in heaven high,
On this polluted earth to die?
Then standing in the fatal rope
In his forgiveness let me hope,
Nor at the awful summons quail
When the frail prop beneath me fail.
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