The Dying Christian Poem by Maria Frances Cecilia Cowper
The Dying Christian
HIS steady eye surveys the happy shore,
Where grief, and pain, and sickness, are no more:
He counts the mighty ransom that was given
To waft the sinner's soul in peace to Heaven;
Dwells on the promis'd bliss to lost mankind,
While praise exalted fills his humble mind;
Not to himself, but to his Saviour flies,
And in his boundless love exulting dies.
Monday, October 18, 2010
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