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7 & 5s. M.

Bowring.

Blessed Are the Dead.

Blessed, blessed are the dead

In the Lord who die;

Radiant is the path they tread

Upward to the sky.

All their deeds of virtue done,

Deeds of peace and love,

Now are stars of glory strewn,

Lighting them above.

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