| In the morning they found him there, he’d passed in the night
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| No-one there to hold his hand, he’s alone
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| His room is filled with memories, echoes of his life
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| Will he be remembered, he’s gone
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| He looks down: he sees himself, lying there and wonders at the sight
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| He looks again: he knows it’s time
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| For him to go and that will make it right
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| Into the Light, Into the Light
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| At the graveside no-one there, who will shed a tear?
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| The Priest will speak his words aloud, to God
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| His mind is full of broken dreams: he will take them on
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| To the ones that passed before, his time
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| He looks down: he sees himself, lying there and wonders at the sight
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| He looks again: he knows it’s time
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| For him to go and that will make it right
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| Into the Light, Into the Light
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| I am the Resurrection and the Life said the Lord
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| He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live
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| And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die
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| We commend to Almighty God, our brother James
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| And we commit his body to the ground
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| Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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| The Lord bless him and keep him
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| The Lord lift up His countenance upon him and give him peace!
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| He looks down: he sees himself, lying there and wonders at the sight
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| He looks again: he knows it’s time
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| For him to go and that will make it right
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| Into the Light, Into the Light
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| He will go on… Into the Light! |