Religion
Job 42:17: So Job died, being old and full of days
From Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures (1762) · Osborn ed., vol. 9 (1870)
Religion
Let me well conclude my race
And reach the happy shore,
Full of a few mournful days,
O God, I ask no more:
Wisdom is the hoary hair;
Be this in youth or age bestow'd,
Calm the load of life I'll bear.
And glad return to God.
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Wesley, Charles. “Job 42:17: So Job died, being old and full of days.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/3161/.
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Wesley, Charles. “Job 42:17: So Job died, being old and full of days.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/3161/.
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