Death & Dying
Epitaph
From Funeral Hymns, Third Series · Osborn ed., vol. 6 (1870)
Death & Dying
Here rests in hope, beneath this humble clod,
A breathless temple of the living God,
Assured the all-reviving trump to hear,
To see the Judge on His white throne appear.
Spring from the tomb, and meet Him in the air.
Body and soul shall then united rise,
The dead shall live — a life that never dies,
And I attain my place eternal in the skies.
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Wesley, Charles. “Epitaph.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/1480/.
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Wesley, Charles. “Epitaph.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/1480/.
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