Patriot, Jul 23, 1870 and Islander, Jul 22, 1870 Obit: At Surrey, Belfast, on Sunday, the 18th, Ann, the beloved wife of Mr. Samuel McLeod, in the 59th year of her age after a long and severe illness of several months. She died in a perfect trust and hope of her Savior, leaving a large number of friends to regret their loss.
O Saviour of the faithful dead!
With whom they servants dwell.
Though cold and green the turf is spread
About their narrow cell.
No more we cling to moral clay,
We doubt and fear no more:
Nor shrink to tread the dreary way
Which though has trod before.
When, soon or late, this feeble breath
No more to them shall pray,
Support me thorough the vale of death,
And in the darksome way!
When, clothed in fleshly weeds again,
I wait they dread decree,
Judge of the world! bethink Thee then,
That thou has died for me. --E.W.
Author of song was Reginald Heber 1783 - 1826
O Saviour of the faithful dead!
With whom they servants dwell.
Though cold and green the turf is spread
About their narrow cell.
No more we cling to moral clay,
We doubt and fear no more:
Nor shrink to tread the dreary way
Which though has trod before.
When, soon or late, this feeble breath
No more to them shall pray,
Support me thorough the vale of death,
And in the darksome way!
When, clothed in fleshly weeds again,
I wait they dread decree,
Judge of the world! bethink Thee then,
That thou has died for me. --E.W.
Author of song was Reginald Heber 1783 - 1826
Patriot, Jul 23, 1870 and Islander, Jul 22, 1870 Obit: At Surrey, Belfast, on Sunday, the 18th, Ann, the beloved wife of Mr. Samuel McLeod, in the 59th year of her age after a long and severe illness of several months. She died in a perfect trust and hope of her Savior, leaving a large number of friends to regret their loss.
O Saviour of the faithful dead!
With whom they servants dwell.
Though cold and green the turf is spread
About their narrow cell.
No more we cling to moral clay,
We doubt and fear no more:
Nor shrink to tread the dreary way
Which though has trod before.
When, soon or late, this feeble breath
No more to them shall pray,
Support me thorough the vale of death,
And in the darksome way!
When, clothed in fleshly weeds again,
I wait they dread decree,
Judge of the world! bethink Thee then,
That thou has died for me. --E.W.
Author of song was Reginald Heber 1783 - 1826
O Saviour of the faithful dead!
With whom they servants dwell.
Though cold and green the turf is spread
About their narrow cell.
No more we cling to moral clay,
We doubt and fear no more:
Nor shrink to tread the dreary way
Which though has trod before.
When, soon or late, this feeble breath
No more to them shall pray,
Support me thorough the vale of death,
And in the darksome way!
When, clothed in fleshly weeds again,
I wait they dread decree,
Judge of the world! bethink Thee then,
That thou has died for me. --E.W.
Author of song was Reginald Heber 1783 - 1826
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