Emphasis Preaching Journal
Death, thou wast once an...
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Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing,
Nothing but bones,
The sad effect of sadder groan;
The mouth was open but thou couldst not sing.
But since our Saviour's death did put some blood
into thy face,
Thou art grown fair and full of grace,
Much in request, much sought for as a good.
-- Verses from Death,
by George Herbert (1633)
Nothing but bones,
The sad effect of sadder groan;
The mouth was open but thou couldst not sing.
But since our Saviour's death did put some blood
into thy face,
Thou art grown fair and full of grace,
Much in request, much sought for as a good.
-- Verses from Death,
by George Herbert (1633)
