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A last farewell, now, to the dead,
Whose soul we trust has fled on high;
Come view the grave, the open grave,
Here too our bodies soon must lie.
Weep now no more for those who sleep,
But trust in God who dwells on high;
Come see the grave the gaping grave,
Here too our bodies soon must lie.
To old and young, to one and all,
The night of death is drawing nigh,
Behold the grave, the dreary grave.
Here too our bodies soon must lie.
The righteous pass content through death,
Their spirits will to Jesus fly;
Think of the grave, the gloomy grave,
Where too our bodies soon must lie.
Down in the grave we all must come;
Our bodies moldering there shall lie;
Oh, may we all then upward raise,
Into the arms of Jesus fly.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Hymn/Song Book
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BOWEN
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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