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| It is not death to die, |
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| To leave this weary road, |
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| And, midst the brotherhood on high, |
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| To be at home with God. |
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| It is not death to close |
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| The eye long dimmed by tears, |
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| And wake in glorious repose, |
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| To spend eternal years. |
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| It is not death to bear |
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| The wrench that sets us free |
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| From dungeon-chain, to breathe the air |
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| Of boundless liberty. |
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| It is not death to fling |
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| Aside this sinful dust, |
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| And rise on strong, exulting wing, |
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| To live among the just. |
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| Jesus, thou Prince of Life, |
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| Thy chosen cannot die! |
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| Like Thee, they conquer in the strife, |
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| To reign with Thee on high. |
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George Washington Bethune |
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