DEATH. "The time of my departure is at hand." My years are gone, my days are past, Cease, then, my friends, from faithless fear, 174 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. A SACRIFICE FOR SIN. “ Christ died for our sins." How full of comfort is this word, Now, though like Jesus die we must, Then let us, while on earth we stay, THE LAST JUDGMENT. "He shall sit on the throne of his glory." Methought it was the great dread day, Methought that men unguarded were, Methought the Archangel's trump spake out |