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Of him that can no longer speak or live;

The midnight darkness seizes on my eyes,

And all to me is lost beneath the skies;

Farewell my weeping friends, Lord Jesus come!

And let me make thy arms my endless home

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Thoughts on the death of a Divine

Hail! glorious Soul, departed spirit hail!

Immortal as the breath of Mighty God;

Alas! tis gone; from cumbrous clay releasd,

And in the ocean of eternity,

Triumphant fills the effulgent sails,

In endless bliss secure, with life divine,

Where souls may stretch the endless boundless wish

And evry wish tho measured by the line,