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THE WORKS OF CHRISTOPHER DOCK
| 5. |
| Oh, Jesus, let Thy sorrow, |
| Thy bitter pain of death |
| On me, when I must part, |
| Be not in vain. |
| Grant to us Thy grace, |
| When life's end draws nigh, |
| And when I pass death's dark vale, |
| Then lend to me Thy guiding hand. |
| 6. |
| Oh Jesus, give to me |
| Such a little drop of blood |
| As there upon the naked earth, |
| At the cross doth lie; |
| May this rose-colored blood, |
| Come to me a sacred boon, |
| When once this soul of mine, |
| Shall leave behind this mortal coil. |
