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8s & 4s.
Weep not for me.
When the spark of life is waning,
Weep not for me;
When the languid eye is streaming,
Weep not for me;
When the feeble pulse is ceasing,
Start not at its swift decreasing,
’Tis the fettered soul’s releasing,
Weep not for me.
2 When the pangs of death assail me,
Weep not for me;
Christ is mine, he can not fail me,
Weep not for me;
Yes, though sin and doubt endeavor,
From his love my soul to sever,
Jesus is my strength for ever;
Weep not for me.
Dale.