Hymns and Spiritual Songs by Isaac Watts
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Death of kindred improved.
1 Must friends and kindred drop and die? And helpers be withdrawn? While sorrow with a weeping eye Counts up our comforts gone? 2 Be thou our comfort, mighty God! Our helper and our friend: Nor leave us in this dangerous road, Till all our trials end. 3 O may our feet pursue the way Our pious fathers led! With love and holy zeal obey The counsels of the dead. 4 Let us be wean'd from all below, Let hope our grief expel, While death invites our souls to go Where our best kindred dwell. Hymn 1:48. The Christian race, Isa. 40. 28-31. 1 Awake, our souls, away, our fears, Let every trembling thought be gone; Awake and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on. |
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