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Text: | O might my lot be cast with these |
Text: | O thou, who all things canst control |
Text: | Shrinking from the cold hand of death |
Text: | Arise, my soul, with rapture rise |
Text: | Almighty Maker of my frame |
Text: | How sweet the hour of closing day |