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DEATH-SONG OF A CHRISTIAN.
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THE DEATH-SONG OF A CHRISTIAN.
ALTERED FROM THAT OF A CHEROKEE INDIAN.
The world sets in night, I no more look for day,
But Faith yet may strengthen, though Nature decay:
Lift up, O my spirit! thy hope to thy God,
And think on the path which Immanuel trod.
But Faith yet may strengthen, though Nature decay:
Lift up, O my spirit! thy hope to thy God,
And think on the path which Immanuel trod.
Remember the pangs which His body endur'd,
Remember the grace which for us He procur'd.
Oh! let not His sorrows be suffer'd in vain,
Who died to redeem us from sorrow and pain.
Remember the grace which for us He procur'd.
Oh! let not His sorrows be suffer'd in vain,
Who died to redeem us from sorrow and pain.
Remember, my soul! who with anguish did melt,
Who the wrath of his God for his murderers felt:
Whate'er may be mine, yet far more was his pain,
And believers in Jesus should never complain.
Who the wrath of his God for his murderers felt:
Whate'er may be mine, yet far more was his pain,
And believers in Jesus should never complain.
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I go to the land where my father is gone—
May his spirit rejoice in the faith of his son;
For, like his, on the word of a Saviour 'tis built,
Who was slain that his blood might absolve from all guilt.
May his spirit rejoice in the faith of his son;
For, like his, on the word of a Saviour 'tis built,
Who was slain that his blood might absolve from all guilt.
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