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SO HE GIVETH HIS BELOVED SLEEP




Why should we start and fear to die?
What timorous worms we mortals are!
Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.


The pains, the groans, the dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
We still shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.


O, if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul should stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.


Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.


---Alternative verses---


The pains, the groans, the dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
Still we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1707-1709
      Bible Refs: Ps 23;
      MUSIC
      Name: INTERCESSION
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1853
        SCORE PREVIEW
        score
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
        8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
        8 8 8 8 (L.M.)

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