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Life—is what we make of it
Death—we do not know
Christ's acquaintance with Him
Justify Him—though

He—would trust no stranger
Other—could betray
Just His own endorsement
That—sufficeth Me

All the other Distance
He hath traversed first
No New Mile remaineth
Far as Paradise

His sure foot preceding
Tender Pioneer
Base must be the Coward
Dare not venture—now