He died, as only the great can die,
His soul like a dove has flown
To the mansions of God in Eternity
To the [illegible] of Jehovah’s Throne
"Receive me! Great God, My talents [illegible] to improve
my might, I have tried,
I have trusted in Jesus; for His Sake, for, Them
Have Mercy, have pity, in His Arms I died."
Eternal Justice from His Throne
Beholds his servant kneeling there
With still, small voice proclaims "His own,"
Redeemed! Hosannas feel the air
and harps in Angel hands
Strike forth the Heavenly Sound,
A Hymn of Joy thro’ "The Happy Land"
Whose ransomed souls their Life have found.
[Note
the following was written on the reverse page of the text:]
Lines on the death of Sir John Beveley Robinson. By M. J.B.R.
January 31, 1863
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