"In the midst of life we are in death."
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For in the midst of life, how sure
Will fall death's icy hand
Upon some flower of love we prize—
Unclasp some loving hand,
Will fall death's icy hand
Upon some flower of love we prize—
Unclasp some loving hand,
We thought we held so fast in ours,
That nothing could divide,
Until death's servant came and took
An angel from our side.
That nothing could divide,
Until death's servant came and took
An angel from our side.
There is no death since Jesu died,
That word is known no more,
'Tis only life the angels sing,
O life for evermore!
That word is known no more,
'Tis only life the angels sing,
O life for evermore!
