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Oh death, where is thy sting? |
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Oh grief, where is thy victory? |
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Oh life, you are a shining path |
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And hope springs eternal just over the rise |
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When I see my redeemer beckoning me |
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Oh, row my ship over the waves of Your sea |
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Let me find a safe port now and then |
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Don't let the dark one in Your sanctuary |
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Until it's time to pack it in |
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Oh row, row my ship with the fire of Your breath |
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And don't lay a broadside on Your ship as yet |
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Blow ye warm winds when it's chilly and wet |
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And don't come too soon for collecting my debt |
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Oh death, where is thy sting? |
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Oh grief, where is thy victory? |
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Oh life, you are a shining path |
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And hope springs eternal just over the rise |
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When I see my redeemer beckoning me |
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Oh, let me sail on with my ships to the east |
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And keep my eye on the North Star |
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When the journey is no good for man or for beast |
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I'll be safe wherever You are |
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Just let me sail into Your harbor of lights |
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And there and forever to cast out my night |
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Give me my task and let me do it right |
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And do it with all of my might |
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Oh death, where is thy sting? |
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Oh grief, where is thy victory? |
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Oh life, you are a shining path |
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And hope springs eternal just over the rise |
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When I see my redeemer beckoning me |
