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The Dying Christian

By the streams of living water,
Rest, my daughter.
Soul, I would not stay thy flight;

Jesus waiteth at the portal
See, poor mortal,
Open stand the doors of light.
Let me go, life’s tempest braven,
To the haven;
There, beside the Saviour’s throne,

Where the choir of seraph voices
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