| O Death, where is thy sting?
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| O Grief, where is they victory?
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| O Life, you are a shining path.
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| And hope springs eternal, just over the rise,
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| When I see my redeemer beckoning me.
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| Oh row my ship over the waves of your sea
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| Let me find a safe port now and then
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| Don’t let the dark one in your sanctuary
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| Until it’s time to pack it in
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| O, row, row my ship
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| With the fire of your breath
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| And don’t lay a broadside on your ship as yet
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| Blow ye warm winds
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| When it’s chilly and wet
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| And don’t come to soon yet
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| For collecting my debt
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| O Death, where is thy sting?
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| O Grief, where is they victory?
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| O Life, you are a shining path.
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| And hope springs eternal, just over the rise,
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| When I see my redeemer beckoning me.
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| Oh let me sail on With my ship to the East
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| And keep my eye on the North Star
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| When the journey is no good for man or for beast
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| I’ll be safe wherever you are
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| Just let me sail into your harbor of lights
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| And there and forever to cast out my night
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| Give me my task
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| And let me do it right
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| And do it with all of my might
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| O Death, where is thy sting?
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| O Grief, where is they victory?
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| O Life, you are a shining path.
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| And hope springs eternal, just over the rise,
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| When I see my redeemer beckoning me. |