’Tis but one struggle more, and thou art free!
O, trembling soul! thou’rt struggling into life!
Yet there is meaning in thine agony;
There’s reason for this last heart rending strife;
Thou canst not bear to leave thine own beloved wife!
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God will support her in her hour of need;
She’ll have no friend but God to lean upon;
He surely will not break the bruised reed,
And bruised her heart will be when thou art gone!