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Fever shall cease, may you
clasp again the hand of your
loved ones redeemed through the
precious blood of our Dear Saviour
Never more to go [our?] forever -

When we go up the guilden streets,
We'll sing the songs of Zion,
So we meet that glorious throng
Who have only gone before.
With joy we there shall greet
Upon the golden street.
Partings are unkown
Upon that better shore.

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