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The Cup
The bitterness of death is on me now,Before me stands its dark unclosing door;
Yet to thy will submissive still I bow,
And follow him who for me went before;
The tomb cannot contain me though I die,
For his strong love awakes its sleeping dead;
And bids them through himself ascend on high,
To Him who is of all the living Head;
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Where they have passed who loved their master here;
The voice they heard, to me it onward calls,
And can when faint my sinking spirit cheer;
And from the joy on earth it now has given,
Lead on to joy eternal in the heaven.
Poem No. 467; late 1838–early 1839
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