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I wander among the graves of our noble dead

if happily I might find that of my loved and

lost one and bathe it with my tears  Oh yes of

him it hath been said

 

           Spirit leave they house of clay

           Lingering dust resign thy breath

           Spirit cast thy chains away

           Dust be thou dissolved in death

           Thus the mighty Saviour speaks

           While the faithful Christian dies

           Thus the bonds of life he breaks

           And the ransoned captive flies

           Then let the worms demand their prey

           The greedy grave my reins consume

           With joy I drop my mouldering clay

            And rest till my redeemer come

            Yet not thus buried or extinct

            The vital spark shall lie

            For ore lifes wreck that spark shall rise

            To seek its kindred sky

            Then faith exalts her joyful voice

            And now in triumph sings

            O grave where is thy victory

            And where O Death thy sting