| Laid to rest
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| The burdens of battle and time run their course and he falls
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| In the charge of the angels
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| Through the veil over Jordan and home
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| Rise up and meet your father
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| Joyous at the return of his son
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| And the world and its troubles mean nothing
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| Only comfort and rest in his arms
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| What was left
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| A skin naught but scars life spent waging a war for a King he’d yet to see
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| How sweet now his rest
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| Clothed in splendor and joy in the presence of God how he sings
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| Rise up and meet your father
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| Joyous at the return of his son
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| And the world and its troubles mean nothing
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| Only comfort and rest in his arms
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| I long to see your face
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| I long to be at rest
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| I long to end this war
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| I long for you to take me home
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| I long to see your face
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| I long to be at rest
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| I long to end this war
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| I long for you to take me home
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| Rise up and meet your father
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| Joyous at the return of his son
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| And the world and its troubles mean nothing
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| Only comfort and rest in his arms
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| I long to see your face (Rise up and meet your father)
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| I long to be at rest (Joyous at the return of his son)
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| I long to end this war (And the world and its troubles mean nothing)
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| I long for you to take me home (Only comfort and rest in his)
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| I long to see your face (arms)
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| I long to be at rest (Only comfort and rest in his)
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| I long to end this war (arms)
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| I long for you to take me home |