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[Written by the bedside of a very sick lady, who seemed in a sweet sleep.] AS in the garden's gloomy shades, To Jesus bending low, They came, and from his burdened soul Rolled off its weight of woe ; So now they come whene'er we droop With sickness, care, or pain, And pour a cool, assuaging balm Through every burning vein. At night I seek my weary couch, ow rough with many a thorn, And pray, while sleep forsakes my eyes, " Oh, speed the wings of morn ! " But ere the light from morning land First through my window gleams, The guardian spirit softly comes, And prompts my pleasing dreams. When the frail robe thy spirit wears, At length is worn away, The angel band shall lead thee on. And smooth thine upward way ; And thou wilt rise, thou weary one, And be an angel too. And bear the same sweet ministries Which now they bear to you.
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