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When my eyes in death are clofed,
Remember thofe lines I have compofed:
Harbor no fighs within your breatt, Hope and truft my foul's at reft.
"When my corpse in my grave is laid, Search and fee if your peace is made,
Remember the warnings I've given to thee, Children prepare to follow me.
Now fare you well my children dear, In the hands of God I leave you here ;
In filence I mall call on thee, Bid you prepare to follow me.
€ompofed by my Ji/ier, en the death of a Grandchild^ in the twelfth year of his age.
CHILDREN, with you I feel to mourn; With you in your prefent grief, Cur child to us no more return, In Jefus feek relief.
I truft he's bowing before his throne,
Singing redeeming love, It it be fo prepare to go, . y Join with your fon above.
If he be to glory gone,
Happy is his employ, Hofanna there will be his fong
Through all eternity.
He's free'd from forrow grief and pain. Do no longer weep,
