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Finish thy work, the time is short,
The sun is in the west;
The night is coming down—till then
|: Think not of rest. :|
Yes, finish all thy work, then rest;
Till then, rest never;
The rest prepared for thee by God
|: Is rest forever. :|
Finish thy work, then wipe thy brow;
Ungird thee from thy toil;
Take breath, and front each weary limb
|: Shake off the soil. :|
Finish thy work, then sit thee down
On some celestial hill,
And of its strength-reviving air
|: Take thou thy fill. :|
Finish thy work, then go in peace;
Life's battle fought and won;
Hear from the throne the master's voice,
|: "Well done! well done!" :|
Finish thy work, then take thy harp,
Give praise to God above;
Sing a new song of mighty joy
|: And endless love. :|
Give thanks to him who held thee up
In all thy path below,
Who made thee faithful unto death,
|: And crowns thee now :|
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LYRICS
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8 6 8 4 extended
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MUSIC
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FINISH THY WORK
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8 6 8 8
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echo ' | ';
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