Jesus to thy dear faithful hand
My naked soul I trust
My flesh shall wait for thy comman
And drop into my dust
Til that illustrious morning comes
When all thy Saints shall rise
And clothed in full immortal bloom
Attend thee to the skies
Jesus to thy dear faithful hand
My naked soul I trust
My flesh shall wait for thy comman
And drop into my dust
Til that illustrious morning comes
When all thy Saints shall rise
And clothed in full immortal bloom
Attend thee to the skies
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