Stanzas on the Death of a Christian
Calm, on the bosom of thy God
Fair spirit! rest thee now:
Ev'n while with ours, thy footsteps trod
His seal was on thy brow.
Dust! to its narrow house beneath;
Soul! to its place on high;
They that have seen thy look in death
Will never fear to die
Fair spirit! rest thee now:
Ev'n while with ours, thy footsteps trod
His seal was on thy brow.
Dust! to its narrow house beneath;
Soul! to its place on high;
They that have seen thy look in death
Will never fear to die
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