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ON LEAVING ST JOHN'S CHURCH.
A pensive silence reigns, an awful gloom
Appears to hover o'er each drooping head;
Is this a shadow of our final doom,
When the last record shall by Him be read?
Appears to hover o'er each drooping head;
Is this a shadow of our final doom,
When the last record shall by Him be read?
It may be so; O let us now prepare,
And heed the impressive warning given,
That we at last the righteous crown may wear,
And live forever with the blest in heaven.
And heed the impressive warning given,
That we at last the righteous crown may wear,
And live forever with the blest in heaven.
