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Death of an aged pilgrim.
Tossed no more on life’s rough billow,
All the storms of sorrow fled,
Death hath found a quiet pillow
For the agéd Christian’s head,
Peaceful slumbers
Guarding now his lowly bed.
2 O, may we be reunited
To the spirits of the just,
Leaving all that sin has blighted
With corruption, in the dust;
Hear us, Jesus,
Thou our Lord, our Life, our Trust.