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<h2>AND LET THIS FEEBLE BODY FAIL</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The days of our years are threescore…and ten.” Psalm 90:10</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_e_wesley_c.jpg" alt="Charles Wesley (1707-1788)" width="149.333333333333" height="198"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_e_wesley_c.html" target="_blank">Charles Wesley</a>, <em>Funeral Hymns</em>, second series, 1759.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Rex Regum,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_t_stainer_j.html" target="_blank">John Stainer</a> </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_r_e_rexregum.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>And let this feeble body fail,<br>
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And let it droop and die;<br>
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My soul shall quit the mournful vale,<br>
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And soar to worlds on high;<br>
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Shall join the disembodied saints,<br>
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And find its long sought rest,<br>
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That only bliss for which it pants,<br>
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In my Redeemer’s breast.</p>
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<p>In hope of that immortal crown<br>
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I now the cross sustain,<br>
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And gladly wander up and down,<br>
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And smile at toil and pain:<br>
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I suffer out my threescore years,<br>
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Till my Deliverer come,<br>
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And wipe away His servant’s tears,<br>
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And take His exile home.</p>
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<p>O what hath Jesus bought for me!<br>
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Before my ravished eyes<br>
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Rivers of life divine I see,<br>
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And trees of paradise:<br>
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I see a world of spirits bright,<br>
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Who taste the pleasures there;<br>
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They all are robed in spotless white,<br>
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And conquering palms they bear.</p>
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<p>O what are all my sufferings here,<br>
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If, Lord, Thou count me meet<br>
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With that enraptured host to appear,<br>
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And worship at Thy feet!<br>
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Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,<br>
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Take life or friends away,<br>
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But let me find them all again<br>
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In that eternal day.</p>
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