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THE WORKS OF CHRISTOPHER DOCK
| 6. |
| Nay, on Thee |
| I rely, |
| Thou canst save, |
| Even though blanchèd death, |
| E'en though hell, pain and torment, |
| Me within their jaws hold fast. |
| 7. |
| Take me up, |
| When my life, |
| Will meet its close, |
| Let within Thy silken shrine, |
| My soul rest in safety, |
| For Thy blood for me was shed. |
| 8. |
| Go, oh world, |
| Me doth please |
| Naught upon this earth, |
| Sorrow lurks in vanity, |
| Joy abounds in blessedness; |
| Jesus, grant me Thy salvation. |
