| May my lying down acquaint me with my grave.
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| From this life it will save.
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| I know I’m prone to sin, one day I’ll be whole.
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| These aching bones don’t hold my soul.
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| Hold my soul. |
| Hold my soul.
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| These aching bones don’t hold my soul.
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| Someday I will die.
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| I’ll rest and leave this body.
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| Not up in the sky,
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| Will you ever find me.
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| Someday I’ll be gone.
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| I’ll rest and leave this vessel.
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| But not here, I’m moving on.
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| In peace will I settle.
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| Oh, they’ll dig through all of the rock and stone.
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| With hopes of giving rest to my,
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| Rest to my skin, my skin and bone.
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| They may take this absent vessel.
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| They may take and put it out to sea.
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| Not the Atlantic or Pacific I’ll be.
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| I will be. |
| I will be.
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| May I never lose the heart of the restless.
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| When my eyes they close in death
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| And when my body is breathless.
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| May I never lose the heart of a vagrant.
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| When I’m buried in the depths
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| And when my body is vacant.
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| Someday I will die.
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| I’ll rest and leave this body.
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| Not up in the sky
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| Will you ever find me.
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| May my lying down acquaint me with my grave.
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| From this life it will save.
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| It is appointed once that all will expire.
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| To their rest or fire.
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| As your frailty confronts where you will attend.
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| Heaven or hell’s the final end.
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| Final end.
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| (Heaven or hell’s the final end.)
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| Someday I will die.
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| I’ll rest and leave this body.
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| Not up in the sky
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| Will you ever find me.
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| Someday I’ll be gone.
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| I’ll rest and leave this vessel.
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| But not here, I’m moving on.
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| I’m pressing toward the gate
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| And now I’m not afraid.
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| May I never lose the heart of the restless.
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| When my eyes they close in death
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| And when my body is breathless.
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| May I never lose the heart of a vagrant.
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| When I’m buried in the depths
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| And when my body is vacant.
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| May I never lose the heart of the restless.
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| We were made for eternity. |