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Poem	Assurance of heaven. 2 Tim. 4:68,18. [Death may dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home; Why do my minutes move so slow, Nor my salvation come? With heav'nly weapons I have fought The battles of the Lord; Finished my course, and kept the faith, And wait the sure reward.] God has laid up in heav'n for me A crown which cannot fade; The righteous Judge at that great day Shall place it on my head. Nor hath the King of grace decreed This prize for me alone; But all that love and long to see Th' appearance of his Son. Jesus the Lord shall guard me safe From every ill design; And to his heav'nly kingdom keep This feeble soul of mine. God is my everlasting aid, And hell shall rage in vain; To him be highest glory paid And endless praise--Amen.
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