594. C. M. Dale. Death of a Christian. 1 Dear as thou wert, and justly dear, We will not weep for thee: One thought shall check the starting tear It is, that thou art free. 2 And thus shall faith's consoling power The tears of love restrain: O, who that saw thy parting hour Could wish thee here again! 3 Triumphant in thy closing eye The hope of glory shone; Joy breathed in thy expiring sigh, To think the race was run. 4 The passing spirit gently fled, Sustained by grace divine; O, may such grace on us be shed, And make our end like thine.
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