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I feel Death seeping into all my limbs:

this is not just one of some old man's whims.

My entire body now begins to fail,

but this decrepitude will not prevail:

because Christ promised me eternal life,

despite the flesh's agony and strife.

In weakness, I enjoy His firm protection,

assured by His triumphant Resurrection.

I will soar, starward, to the Heavenly

precincts of His endless eternity;

where I, a part of His Great Congregation,

will still rejoice in the Common Salvation

wherein my soul achieves full exultation,

redeemed, in full, from sin's fierce aggravation.

Starward