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382 Grafton

Jesus, the vision of thy face
Hath overpow'ring charms.
Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace
If Christ be in my arms.

Then while you hear my heartstrings break,
How sweet the minutes roll,
A mortal paleness on my cheek,
And glory in my soul.

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