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8. I know my Flesh must turn to dust, My parted Soul must come to thee, And undergo thy Judgment just, And in the endless world must be. ⟨p. 58⟩In this there's most of Fear and Joy, Because there's most of Sin and Grace, Sin will this mortal frame destroy, But Christ will bring me to thy face.

Here's Faith's great Trial: Pain may force; And Pride may willingness pretend; A stupid Fool die like his Horse, And Heathens make a Beast-like end. Frail sinful Flesh is loth to die: Sense to the unseen world is strange: The doubting Soul dreads the Most High, And trembleth at so great a change.

Here's Faith's great Tryal: Pain may force; And Pride may willingness pretend; A stupid Fool die like his Horse, And Heathens make a Beast-like end. Frail sinful Flesh is loth to die: Sense to the unseen world is strange: The doubting Soul dreads the Most High, And trembleth at so great a change.

Yet Faith can see beyond the Skies, Where now our Head in Glory is: And above Flesh and Sense can rise, Unto the World of Saints in bliss. Cleansing the Soul from Flesh and Sin, Abstracting it from things below; It draws the Veil, and entering in, Love's glorious Mysteries can know.