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Our day declines, we soon shall sleep,
Buried in darkness long and deep;
But it is scarcely death to die,
Secure of immortality.
Far from the grave these forms shall rise,
Triumphant tenants of the skies,
And we, where Christ his sceptre sways,
Shall share his joy, and swell his praise.
O death, what terrors clothe thy brow?
O grace, where is thy victory now?
Who would not wage this mortal strife,
To reach a new and glorious life?
Thanks be to God, and praise, and love,
From all on earth and all above;
Through Christ the victory we shall win,
O’er grief and pain, o’er death and sin.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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1 Co 15:53-58;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 431 |
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