The bitterness of death is on me now,Before me stands its dark unclosing door;Yet to Thy will submissive still I bow,And follow Him who for me went before;The tomb cannot contain me though I die,For His strong love awakes its sleeping dead,And bids them through Himself ascend on highTo Him who is of all the living Head;I gladly enter through the gloomy walls,Where they have passed who loved their Master here;The voice they heard, to me it onward calls,And can when faint my sinking spirit cheer;And from the joy on earth it now has given,Lead on to joy eternal in the heaven.
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