Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
The Dying Christian to his Soul.
Hark! they whisper; angels say,
Sister spirit, come away!
The Dying Christian to his Soul.
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Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
The Dying Christian to his Soul.
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O grave! where is thy victory?