Religion
Job 17:1: My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, &c
From Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures (1762) · Osborn ed., vol. 9 (1870)
Religion
My days are extinguisli'd and gone,
My time as a shadow is fled.
And gladly I lay myself down
To rest with the peaceable dead:
The dead ever-living attend,
Whose dust is all safe in the tomb.
And many a glorified friend
Is ready to welcome me home.
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Wesley, Charles. “Job 17:1: My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, &c.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/3119/.
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Wesley, Charles. “Job 17:1: My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, &c.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/3119/.
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