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One bright morning I get wings,
a crown with stars, a golden harp
and sail through the sky
on my way to the promised land.
I follow the star till I reach the valley
where my soul finds rest.
Swiftly an end comes to
the tribulations of this world.
I was blind but now I see.
Grace, how sweet your sound
that saved a wretch such as I.
I am immediately released from all pain.
Not everyone that speaks of it
shall complete the journey. Hear their voice:
Should you reach your destination before me,
tell my friends that I am coming.
I reach the far side.
My soul has slipped away from you.
I write my name in blood
in the book of life.
Good news: No more shall I die.
I let the light shine over the world.