Face the Book
CXXIV
So sad a truth on epitaph engrave
He lived a life so full, yet God unlike
A fallen soul that in his likeness made
A cold and heartless stone that turned to strike
One sought a path unfollowing the Lord
For when the truth was told, he went his way
And would no longer walk in sweet accord
For that before his heart had gone astray
Where shall I go if I would Christ unfriend?
For my poor soul his precious life he spend
Tis he alone my broken heart did mend
That I might love his word until the end
O may I look each day upon his face
His book I gaze, to find great truth and grace
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