| There’s a step that we all take alone
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| An appointment we have with the great unknown
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| Like a vapor this life is just waiting to pass
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| Like the flowers that fade, like the withering grass
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| But life seems so long and death so complete
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| And the grave an impossible potion to cheat
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| But there’s One who has been there and still lives to tell
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| There is One who has been through both Heaven and hell
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| And the grave will come up empty-handed the day
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| Jesus will come and steal us away
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| Where is the sting, tell me where is the bite
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| When the grave robber comes like a thief in the night
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| Where is the victory, where is the prize
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| When the grave robber comes
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| And death finally dies
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| Many still mourn and many still weep
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| For those that they love who have fallen asleep
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| But we have this hope though our hearts may still ache
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| Just one shout from above and they all will awake
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| And in the reunion of joy we will see
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| Death will be swallowed in sweet victory
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| When the last enemy is done from the dust will come a song
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| Those asleep will be awakened — not a one will be forsaken
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| He shall wipe away our tears — He will steal away our fears
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| There will be no sad tomorrow — there will be no pain and sorrow |