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Resting in his power to save,
Looking now beyond the grave,
Calm I lay my body down,
Rise to an immortal crown!
---Alternative verses---
Thus do I my couch prepare;
Oh how soft when Christ is there!
There my breathless Savior laid,
Turns it to a spicy bed;
Ready for my earthen bed,
Let me rest my fainting head,
Welcome life's expected close,
Sink in permanent repose.
Jesus' blood, to which I fly,
Doth my conscience purify,
Signs my weary soul's release,
Bids me now depart in peace.
Thus do I my bed prepare;
O how soft when Christ is there!
Calm I lay my body down,
Rise to an immortal crown.
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 2005 | # 430 | | 1899 | # 836 |
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Name:
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HOLLEY
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7 7 7 7
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 395 | Eb | | # 492 | Eb | | # 836 | Eb |
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