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Night shall end my night,
Yet I trust
Thou art a thing too bright
To fall on dust.
The angel of the Lord
Shall lift thy sword,
Servant of the just!

Night shall end my night,
Yet I pray
Heaven spare thy light,
Lest lambs stray.
Thou remembering me,
Mine immortality
Lasteth all the day.
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