A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations / Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.

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Or devils plunge it down to hell,

In infinite despair.

And must my body faint and die?

And must this soul remove?

O for some guardian angel high,

To bear it safe above!

Jesus, to Thy dear faithful hand,

My naked soul I trust;

And my flesh waits for Thy command,

To drop into the dust.