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Lord, I think that I feel impending death.
This failing carcass is full of desires,

that haters like to judge as rampant lust
(on whixh my flesh can neither move nor act).

Bur Lord, your Sovereign Grace firmly inspires---

whenever my own terrors have attacked---

that Your Redemption covers what I lacked,

and when I have so often groped or failed,

the joy of Your Salvation has prevailed;

and in your Mercy I can always trust.

Because, as Jesus taught us, I believe,

I know:  at my death, Heaven will receive

my soul into that Kingdom's celebration

of Christ's Glory with unbound jubilation . . .

just after I release that final beath.

Starward