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You now must hear my voice no more;
my Father calls me home;
But soon from heav’n the Holy Ghost,
your Comforter, shall come.
That heav’nly Teacher, sent from God,
shall your whole soul inspire;
Your minds shall fill with sacred truth,
your hearts with sacred fire.
Peace is the gift I leave with you;
my peace to you bequeath;
Peace that shall comfort you through life,
and cheer your souls in death.
I give not as the world bestows,
with promise false and vain;
Nor cares, nor fears, shall wound the heart
in which my words remain.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 14:25-28;
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