A Land of Deepest Shade: Precious in the Sight of the Lord is the Death of His Saints

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Precious in the Sight of the Lord is the Death of His Saints

This sweet Victorian card was found in an old candy box, along with memorial cards, obituaries, and other paper keepsakes, from an Austin, Texas estate.
© 2009, copyright Stephen Mills

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And am I born to die?
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?
A land of deepest shade,
Unpierced by human thought,
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot.
Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be;
Waked by the trumpet's sound,
I from my grave shall rise,
And see the Judge with glory crowned,
And see the flaming skies.

- Charles Wesley

And Am I Born to Die?
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