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And let this feeble body fail,
And let it droop, or die.
My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high:
Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its longsought rest,
(That only bliss for which it pants,)
In my Redeemer's breast.
In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain.
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain :
I suffer out my threescore years.
Till my Deliverer come,
And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.
Surely he will not long delay;
I hear his Spirit cry,
"Arise, my love, make haste away,
Go, get thee up, and die.
O'er death, who now has lost his sting,
I give the victory;
And with me my reward I bring,
I bring my heaven for thee."
