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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