For the Columbian Fountain
THE DYING CHRISTIAN.
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For the Columbian Fountain.
THE DYING CHRISTIAN.


REV. NEWTON HEsToN.
Go sceptic-chid Of darkness, go
And see the faithful Christian die!
Is there darkness in his soul? ah no
His countenance is bright-his eye
Is slistening with the joys Of heaven.
And as the vital fame expires,
When deaths last fatal stroke is given,
The earth recedes, the golden spires
The battlements Of glory, and
The bright celestial fields of bliss
The beauties Of the heavenly land,
With all the scenes Of happiness,
Rise up, before the enraptured soul,
Dispelling every cloud Of gloom,
And bid it leave earth's rocky shoal,
In Immortality to bloom!