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L. M.
I am now ready to be offered.
2 Tim. 4:6.
The hour of my departure’s come;
I hear the voice that calls me home;
At last, O Lord! let troubles cease,
And let thy servant die in peace.
2 The race appointed I have run,
The combat’s o’er, the prize is won;
And now my witness is on high,
And now my record’s in the sky.
3 Not in mine innocence I trust;
I bow before thee in the dust;
And through my Saviour’s blood alone
I look for mercy at thy throne.
4 I come, I come at thy command;
I give my spirit to thy hand;
Stretch forth thine everlasting arms,
And shield me in the last alarms.
Logan.