"How Sweet To Die"
In memory of Elder S.A. Paine and his last
words.
A.N. Whitten, 1856 - 1949
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Farewell, vain world, I'm going home, My Saviour bids me
come,
Sweet angels beckon from on high, Then, O how sweet to die.
I'm glad that I am born to die, From grief my soul shall
fly,
Sweet angels beckon from on high, Then, O how sweet to die.
I'll praise my Saviour while I've breath, I'll praise Him
after death,
I'll praise His matchless name on high. Then, O how sweet
to die.
I soon shall pass this vale of death, When I shall lose my
breath,
And then my happy soul shall fly, Then, O how sweet to
die.
(The Old School Hymnal # 345)
