THE DYING CHRISTIAN
BBY the streams of living water,Rest, my daughter.Soul, I would not stay thy flight;Jesus waiteth at the portal—See, poor mortal,Open stand the doors of light.
BBY the streams of living water,Rest, my daughter.Soul, I would not stay thy flight;Jesus waiteth at the portal—See, poor mortal,Open stand the doors of light.
BBY the streams of living water,Rest, my daughter.Soul, I would not stay thy flight;Jesus waiteth at the portal—See, poor mortal,Open stand the doors of light.
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BY the streams of living water,Rest, my daughter.Soul, I would not stay thy flight;Jesus waiteth at the portal—See, poor mortal,Open stand the doors of light.
Let me go, life's tempest braven,To the haven;There, beside the Saviour's throne,Where the choir of seraph voicesNow rejoicesIn eternal jubal-tone.
Let me go, life's tempest braven,To the haven;There, beside the Saviour's throne,Where the choir of seraph voicesNow rejoicesIn eternal jubal-tone.
Let me go, life's tempest braven,To the haven;There, beside the Saviour's throne,Where the choir of seraph voicesNow rejoicesIn eternal jubal-tone.
Let me go, life's tempest braven,To the haven;There, beside the Saviour's throne,Where the choir of seraph voicesNow rejoicesIn eternal jubal-tone.
By thy earthly Virgin Mother—Saviour, Brother,Thou hast known the gloom of death;Through its shadows now I wander,Angels yonder,Keep me even as Jesus saith!
By thy earthly Virgin Mother—Saviour, Brother,Thou hast known the gloom of death;Through its shadows now I wander,Angels yonder,Keep me even as Jesus saith!
By thy earthly Virgin Mother—Saviour, Brother,Thou hast known the gloom of death;Through its shadows now I wander,Angels yonder,Keep me even as Jesus saith!
By thy earthly Virgin Mother—Saviour, Brother,Thou hast known the gloom of death;Through its shadows now I wander,Angels yonder,Keep me even as Jesus saith!
Now I see the distant glory—Life's poor storyEnds, as it began, in pain.Earthly form, doth it grieve meThus to leave thee?No, for Christians die to reign.
Now I see the distant glory—Life's poor storyEnds, as it began, in pain.Earthly form, doth it grieve meThus to leave thee?No, for Christians die to reign.
Now I see the distant glory—Life's poor storyEnds, as it began, in pain.Earthly form, doth it grieve meThus to leave thee?No, for Christians die to reign.
Now I see the distant glory—Life's poor storyEnds, as it began, in pain.Earthly form, doth it grieve meThus to leave thee?No, for Christians die to reign.
What availeth life's brief sorrow?Ere the morrowChrist will change to smiles my sighs;Dreaming, pass we through death's portal—Then, immortal,Waken up in Paradise.
What availeth life's brief sorrow?Ere the morrowChrist will change to smiles my sighs;Dreaming, pass we through death's portal—Then, immortal,Waken up in Paradise.
What availeth life's brief sorrow?Ere the morrowChrist will change to smiles my sighs;Dreaming, pass we through death's portal—Then, immortal,Waken up in Paradise.
What availeth life's brief sorrow?Ere the morrowChrist will change to smiles my sighs;Dreaming, pass we through death's portal—Then, immortal,Waken up in Paradise.
Soul-Redeemer, by Thy power,In this hour,Keep faith's light from burning dim;I am strong when Thou art near me—Saviour, hear me!Guard me with Thy Cherubim.
Soul-Redeemer, by Thy power,In this hour,Keep faith's light from burning dim;I am strong when Thou art near me—Saviour, hear me!Guard me with Thy Cherubim.
Soul-Redeemer, by Thy power,In this hour,Keep faith's light from burning dim;I am strong when Thou art near me—Saviour, hear me!Guard me with Thy Cherubim.
Soul-Redeemer, by Thy power,In this hour,Keep faith's light from burning dim;I am strong when Thou art near me—Saviour, hear me!Guard me with Thy Cherubim.
Thou the martyr's crown hath borne,Shame and scorn,All to save my soul from sin;Thou the hosts of death assailest,Sinner frailestThrough Thee rises conquering.
Thou the martyr's crown hath borne,Shame and scorn,All to save my soul from sin;Thou the hosts of death assailest,Sinner frailestThrough Thee rises conquering.
Thou the martyr's crown hath borne,Shame and scorn,All to save my soul from sin;Thou the hosts of death assailest,Sinner frailestThrough Thee rises conquering.
Thou the martyr's crown hath borne,Shame and scorn,All to save my soul from sin;Thou the hosts of death assailest,Sinner frailestThrough Thee rises conquering.
Prince of Life! my soul's endeavour,Now and ever,Be to sing Thy glorious love;Death is conquered! Thou hast givenPeace from heaven—Soon I'll chant Thy praise above!
Prince of Life! my soul's endeavour,Now and ever,Be to sing Thy glorious love;Death is conquered! Thou hast givenPeace from heaven—Soon I'll chant Thy praise above!
Prince of Life! my soul's endeavour,Now and ever,Be to sing Thy glorious love;Death is conquered! Thou hast givenPeace from heaven—Soon I'll chant Thy praise above!
Prince of Life! my soul's endeavour,Now and ever,Be to sing Thy glorious love;Death is conquered! Thou hast givenPeace from heaven—Soon I'll chant Thy praise above!