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If thou art near when life is closing
All joyful shall i fall asleep,
Be thou with me as i awaken,
And claim my soul when i arise
If thou art near when life is closing,
All joyful shall i fall asleep,
Ah, how serene, were thus my passing,
Thy tender hand upraised in blessing
Would sanctify my slumber deep
Be thou with me, as i awaken
And claim my soul when i arise.
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