"For Satan always finds some mischief still for idle hands to do."
"No, I'll repine at death no more, But with a cheerful gasp resign To the cold dungeon of the ground These dying, withering limbs of mine. Let worms devour my wasting flesh, And crumble all my bones to dust:-- My God shall raise my frame anew, At the revival of the just."
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Source: Isaac Watts (1832). “An Arrangement of the Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of Isaac Watts”
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