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Death is to be my great enemy
For in living I am to be
The friend of life, and put to death
That force that longs to steal my breath—
Away! — away that hallowed hollow grave
My ally, the stone that bears my name
The one, oh would that I could fill
That hole, that bowl of earth
To swallow me down into his bowels. 
Let me dive down deep
Into subterranean ground to hide
And put me down to eternal sleep
Away— from earth I’ll say my sweet goodbyes 
Goodnight black world, I say, I sink
Into death’s bed with me to keep
Covered in dirt to die.

But there is one Greater
Who holds my precious name
Cradled in His holy core
On mercy’s heart engraved 
My soul that pines for quiet death
By Him is called to life again
Came He to me, not I to Him
And covered up my guilty shame
Then said He, so tenderly to me
“With nail-pierced hands I took the blame
And cast unholy death down to your grave.”
There in my place, his feeble frame
That friend I thought I had.
Now I know that I shall live
In my Lord’s house eternally
Bathed in no reflected glory
But washed in light directly 
I see life in death no more
But only my God’s love for me.

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