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 ReN.ctioas, upoa Me dsGth Qf-' O ,ha, terrific, solemn hour, when Death In ruthless shupo appears, 10 steal away Mv mortal breath, and this immortal soul, From earthly prison freed, shNll trembling wan Ito ,raCklcs course on high, till it arrives At Gods dread bar and there receives iIs dOomi Ever to lwull ln realms of bliss or woei To join the puro angelic choir on high, To chaunt with them heavn's sweetest notes N taste Their love; or from them take dismal Aght And wander In those dark and fearful Shadcs, Where "gnaws the worm which never dies" and

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 EXTERNAL DEATH."---- o for that dark, that certain hour, my soul Prepare, beware of ENr.h's deluSivO charmsi From Pleasure's dream awake, nor banter with Tn awful theme. Perhaps Deaths fatal arrow 's Strung; anoIhOr hour my heart may feel from His cold hand the poisonous bolt that drinks Lites fountain up, and bids tho vital functions Cease. TTiae with Death! o my soul, iorbear Tho thought, lee. WiAing turn to deep despair. TriAe with DoNah Sport with the grave Presum' Not all thy hand can brave the tempest of Gods wrath, und break his rod. But whilst Dentl

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 His icy hand, obey the Saviour, take His croes, and walk tn virlue's hallow'd path. Then Death will come a welcome messenger To bid thy sins and sorrows ceUse. !"

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