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, thou art gone before us,
 * And thy sainted soul is flown,

Where tears arc wip'd from every eye,
 * And sorrow is unknown;

From the burthen of the flesh,
 * And from care and sin releas'd;

Where the wicked cease from troubling,
 * And the weary are at rest.