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Dark is the night, and friends lie sleeping still,
and cold, Gethsemane, with dread and tears;
lanterns and swords no radiance, no defence,
bring to our Lord as pallid dawn appears.
You will show me the path of life;
You will show me the path of life.
Dark is the day, the temple veil is tor ...
You will show me the path of life;
You will show me the path of life.
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