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THOU

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to the dead, Then rose from the darkness to

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a - bove, And claimed for Thy chos en the Kingdom of love;

2 Thy footsteps we follow, to bow in the tide,

And are buried with Thee in the death Thou hast died,
Then wake with Thy likeness to walk in the way

That brightens and brightens to shadowless day.

3 O Jesus, our Saviour, O Jesus, our Lord,

By the life of Thy passion, the grace of Thy word,
Accept us, redeem us, dwell ever within,

To keep, by Thy Spirit, our spirits from sin;

4 Till, crowned with Thy glory, and waving the palm,
Our garments all white from the blood of the Lamb,
We join the bright millions of saints gone before,
And bless Thee, and wonder, and praise evermore.

George Washington Bethune (1805-1862), 1857.