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Death's but a sleep, why should we weep
For those in Christ who die?
Since this we know, to peace they go,
And joys possess on high.
Although to dust their bodies must
Be turned beneath the clod;
Yet they shall rise above the skies,
And ever live with God.
Their happy days are spent in praise,
While here we sigh and groan:
Could we but see how blest they be,
‘Twould make us cease to moan.
If there was end, ‘twould trouble send,
And would eclipse the joy;
But ‘tis not so, they’ll never go
Out of that sweet employ.
When they’ve been there ten thousand years,
And thousands more are done;
They’ve no less days to sing God’s praise,
Than when they first begun.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Hymn/Song Book
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NEW BRITAIN (AMAZING GRACE)
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1831
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| # 218 | No key | | # 113 | No key | | # 113 | No key | | # 10 | G | | # 196 | G | | # 130 | G | | # 19 | G | | # 188 | G | | # 202 | G | | # 50 | G | | # 215 | G | | # 487 | No key |
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