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In the hour of death, after this life’s whim,
When the heart beats low and the eyes grow dim
And pain has exhausted every limb -
The lover of the Lord shall trust in him.
When the will has forgotten the lifelong aim,
And the mind can only disgrace its fame,
And a man is uncertain of his own name -
The power of the Lord shall fill this frame.
taken from:
IBRA Handbook 1957