<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421569" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Death Of A Believer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain my fancy strives to paint<br>The moment after death<br>The glories that surround the saint,<br>When yielding up its breath. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One gentle sigh their fetters breaks,<br>We scarce can say, They're gone!<br>Before the willing spirit takes<br>Her mansion near the throne. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,<br>To trace her in her flight;<br>No eye can pierce within the veil<br>Which hides that world of light. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus much (and this is all) we know,<br>They are completely blest<br>Have done with sin, and care, and woe,<br>And with their Saviour rest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On harps of gold they praise his name,<br>His face they always view;<br>Then let us follow'rs be of them,<br>That we may praise him too. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their faith and patience, love and zeal,<br>Should make their memory dear;<br>And, Lord, do thou the prayers fulfil,<br>They offered for us here. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While they have gained, we losers are,<br>We miss them day by day;<br>But thou canst every breach repair,<br>And wipe our tears away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We pray, as in Elisha's case,<br>When great Elijah went,<br>May double portions of thy grace,<br>To us who stay, be sent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Newton">John Newton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421569" data-title="On The Death Of A Believer de John Newton" data-description="In vain my fancy strives to paint The moment after death The glories that surround the saint, When yielding up its breath. One gentle sigh their fetters breaks, We scarce can say, They're gone! Before the willing spirit takes Her mansion near th..."></div> </div> </div>

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