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206 FABER'S HYMNS.
And these two wills I feel within, When on my death I muse:
But, Lord ! I have a death to die, And not a death to choose.
Why should I choose ? for in Thy love
Most surely I descry A gentler death than I myself
Should dare to ask to die.
But Thou wilt not disdain to hear What those few wishes are,
Which I abandon to Thy love, And to Thy wiser care.
Triumphant death I would not ask,
Rather would deprecate; For dying souls deceive themselves
Soonest when most elate.
All graces I would crave to have Calmly absorbed in one, —
A perfect sorrow for my sins, And duties left undone.
I would the light oi reason, Lord!
Up to the last might shine, That my own hands might hold my soul
Until it passed to Thine. |
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