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See, whilst the saint expiring lies,
Upward he lifts his longing eyes;
In praise he spends his latest breath,
Triumphs in pain, and sings in death.
Oh who can tell what secret power
Supports him in the gloomy hour;
What unseen hand is with him there,
Or whence proceeds that cheerful air?
A smile upon his lips appears,
His face a heavenly aspect wears;
Each grief removed, each sin forgiven,
On earth he feels the dawn of heaven.
Sinners behold, and wondering cry,
Thus, like the righteous, let me die;
But such an end they’ll never find,
Who leave not such a life behind.
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| 1818 | # 783 |
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FESTUS (BONN)
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Key
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| # 331 | D | | # 364 | D | | # 363 | D | | # 229 | D | | # 59 | D |
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