480 LEANING ON JESUS' BREAST, No. 2 - traditional - Cooper
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Oh, if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul would stretch her wings
in haste,
Fly fearless through death's iron gates,
Nor feel the terrors as
she passed.
FUGUE:
Jesus can make a dying bed feel soft as downy
pillows are.
While on his breast I lean my head and breathe my life out
sweetly there.
And breathe, and breathe, and breathe, and breathe,
And
breathe my life out sweetly there.