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HYMN 18

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C. M.

Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord. Rev. 14:13.

Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaims,

For all the pious dead;

Sweet is the savor of their names,

And soft their sleeping bed.

They die in Jesus, and are blest;

How kind their slumbers are!

From suff'rings and from sins released,

And freed from every snare.

Far from this world of toil and strife,

They're present with the Lord;

The labors of their mortal life

End in a large reward.

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