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Yet [*/+/^] : Words Toward The Time My Obituary Will Be Written
Christ, I have trusted You for my Salvation,
and for my soul's timely sanctification;
then Heaven as my final destination.
All these, Lord Jesus, you bestowed on me
(still undeserving). Let my poetry
dispose some of the lost world's apathy
toward spiritual truth, and make a proclamation
of your unbounded Grace. Let my elation
offer to You, Christ, my praise without cessation
for the Joy of Common Salvation,
which is and shall always be my soul's chiefest exultation
among the redeemed of the great congregation;
as well as my prayer-rope's starward inclination.
Starward
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