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Thou hast my spirit taught
And keep deep contrition wrought,
Then bidst me sick my rest
Oh Jesus loving breast -
Oh that dear breast I'll lie
And from all danger fly -
Hereever let me be,
With thee, dear Lord - with thee
It was during a severe attack of illness,
and when, though somewhat better
releived relieved, she was scarcely able to speak,
that she put into the hand of a visiting
freind friend the following lines written
with pencil:
Who would not wish to die?
Who having felt the Saviours nearness,
Who having seen with Spirits clearness
The glorious doctrine of his blood,
And felt the purifying flood,
Who would not [?] to his bosom fly?
Who would not wish to die?
Who that hath seen his hearts black
hue
And turns with loathing from the view,
Who that hath been with I harms rose,
And felt his calm his deep repose,
Register.
