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Death! ‘tis an awful word,
And fills the mind with fear;
But joyful is a dying bed,
If thou, oh God, art near.
Let but my numerous sins
Behind thy back be cast.
The poisonous sting of death is gone,
The bitterness is past.
To unbelieving man,
Wrath quickly follows death;
The dreaded portion he receives,
When he resigns his breath.
To mortals all around,
He looks for help in vain;
Nor means, nor ministers, nor friends
Can mitigate his pain.
But let sufficient grace,
In my last hours be given,
‘Twill spread a lustre over death,
And be the dawn of heaven.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1818 | # 780 |
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SWABIA
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1745,1847
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 552 | No key | | # 45 | No key | | # 198 | D | | # 329 | D | | # 391 | D | | # 224 | D | | # 599 | D | | # 179 | D | | # 222 | D | | # 453 | D | | # 661 | Eb | | # 107 | D |
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