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He fhows to me his wounded fide,
Telling to me the glorious ftory, JIow for (inners he had died,
To bring their fouls to glory.
Or. the death of the widow Phebe Miller, compofed on her death bed,
]V/]Y life's a made, my days decline, ■
- The Lord is life he'll raife my duft,
Thefe truth's divine, I feel them mine,
Im a going to dwell amongit the Juft, My peacefull grace will keep my day,
Until I meet you all at the lift day.
The time has been when I was loth to die, Death has now became my choice,
Death is a conquered enemy In God, my saviour, 1 ujoice,
Thofe gloomy doubts are gone from me, My faviour's bloo 1 has fet me free.
The pangs of death i$ all I dread, Dear Savior, take the fting away,
I'm not afraid for to be dead, And leave this lump of clay,
Oh ! may I rejoice on a dying bed, Free joy will take away this dread.
Farewell my children dear,
I know you all are near my heart,
The time is now a drawing near ; That you and I mult furely part,,
