256 | The Christian Hymnalpage 257 | 258 |
Text: | Why should we start and fear to die? |
Text: | Almighty Maker of my frame |
Text: | Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb |
Text: | The glories of our birth and state |
Text: | How blest are they whose transient years |
Text: | Though I walk through the gloomy vale |