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The Lord shall be his strength and aid;
And, when disease invades,
When languishing upon his bed,
His mortal beauty fades,

Then holy comforts shall sustain,
And heavenly thoughts employ,
Shall banish every wasting pain
And fill with boundless joy.

And when death lays his senseless form
Low in the peaceful tomb,
His soul shall gain the perfect charm
Of full expanded bloom;—

Shall soar triumphant to the skies
On love's seraphic wing,
And the new song in raptures raise,
To heaven's eternal King.