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In the hour of death, when the senses are past working, the understanding asleep, the body in a cold and benummed sweat, these comforts never leave us, Return unto thy rest, O my soul. |
In the hour of death, when the Senses Are passed working, the understanding asleep, the body in a cold and benumbed sweat, these comforts never leave us, Return unto thy rest, Oh my soul. |
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