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Let death dissolve my body now,
And bear my spirit home;
Why do my days move on so slow,
Nor my salvation come?
God has laid up in heav'n for me
A crown which can not fade;
The righteous Judge, at that great day
Shall place it on my head.
Jesus the Lord, shall guard me safe
From ev'ry ill design;
And to his heav'nly kingdom take
This feeble soul of mine.
God is my everlasting aid,
My portion, and my fiend;
To him be highest glory paid
In ages without end.
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