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POEMS.
When feeble pulses, beating slow,
Warn of life's waning hour;
Then, Jesus! may I joyful know,
That Thou canst dying grace bestow;
That not in vain I've looked to Thee—
And turned in faith to Calvary.
Warn of life's waning hour;
Then, Jesus! may I joyful know,
That Thou canst dying grace bestow;
That not in vain I've looked to Thee—
And turned in faith to Calvary.
What rapture o'er the soul will steal,
When through Eternity;
This Jesus shall his love reveal,
Who died the heart's deep wounds to heal
Salvation's stream still flows from Thee,
O! sacred, blood-stained Calvary.
When through Eternity;
This Jesus shall his love reveal,
Who died the heart's deep wounds to heal
Salvation's stream still flows from Thee,
O! sacred, blood-stained Calvary.
Thou Holy Mount! from thee we learn
Our daily cross to bear;
When burdens press, to thee we turn,
And find new zeal within us burn:
Then never let forgotten be
The debt we owe to Calvary.
Our daily cross to bear;
When burdens press, to thee we turn,
And find new zeal within us burn:
Then never let forgotten be
The debt we owe to Calvary.
