Religion
Job 17:13: Ready for my earthen bed
From Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures (1762) · Osborn ed., vol. 9 (1870)
Ready for my earthen bed.
Let me rest my fainting head.
Welcome life's expected close.
Sink in permanent repose:
Jesu's blood to which I fly
Doth my conscience purify.
Signs my weary soul's release.
Bids me now depart in peace.
Thus do I my bed prepare;
O how soft, when Christ is there!
There my breathless Saviour laid
Turns it to a spicy bed:
Resting in His power to save,
Looking now beyond the grave,
Calm I lay my body down,
Rise to an immortal crown.
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Wesley, Charles. “Job 17:13: Ready for my earthen bed.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/3121/.
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Wesley, Charles. “Job 17:13: Ready for my earthen bed.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/3121/.
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