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When my appointed hour is come
To pass from earth for ever,
Lord Jesus, guide me to my home
Across death’s gloomy river;
My soul I yield into thy hand,
As on life’s margin lone I stand:
Thou wilt from harm defend her.
In number more than sands on shore
Of ocean are my errors,
And they afflict and pain me sore ;
Still death hath lost his terrors,
For, Jesus, Lord! I think of thee,
Thy wounds, thy death, endured for me:
Herein is found my comfort.
Since I an humble member am
Of thine own body, neither
Grim death nor pain can rend in twain
What thus is joined together.
So, if I die, I die to thee;
An endless life hast thou for me
By thine own death procured.
I shall not in the grave remain,
Since thou death's bonds hast severed ;
By hope with thee to rise again,
From fear of death delivered.
I’ll come to thee, where’er thou art,
Live with thee, from thee never part;
Therefore to die is rapture.
And so to Jesus Christ I go,
My longing arms extending;
So fall asleep in slumber deep,
Slumber that knows no ending ,
Till Jesus Christ, God's only Son,
Opens the gates of bliss—leads on
To heaven, to life eternal!
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8 7 8 7 8 8 7
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ALBERT
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8 7 8 7 8 8 7
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