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THE WORKS OF CHRISTOPHER DOCK
6. |
Nay, on Thee |
I rely, |
Thou canst save, |
Even though blanchèd death, |
E'en though hell, pain and torment, |
Me within their jaws hold fast. |
7. |
Take me up, |
When my life, |
Will meet its close, |
Let within Thy silken shrine, |
My soul rest in safety, |
For Thy blood for me was shed. |
8. |
Go, oh world, |
Me doth please |
Naught upon this earth, |
Sorrow lurks in vanity, |
Joy abounds in blessedness; |
Jesus, grant me Thy salvation. |