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At The Last, When We Die, We Have The Dear Angels For Our Escort On The Way. They Who Can Grasp The Whole World In Their Hands Can Surely Also Guard Our Souls, That They Make That Last Journey Safely.

The Law Is For The Proud And The Gospel For The Brokenhearted.

All Who Call On God In True Faith...will Certainly Be Heard.

Men Have Broad And Large Chests, And Small Narrow Hips, And More Understanding Than Women, Who Have But Small And Narrow Breasts, And Broad Hips, To The End They Should Remain At Home, Sit Still, Keep House, And Bear And Bring Up Children.

What Is Our Death But A Night's Sleep? For As Through Sleep All Weariness And Faintness Pass Away And Cease, And The Powers Of The Spirit Come Back Again, So That In The Morning We Arise Fresh And Strong And Joyous; So At The Last Day We Shall Rise Again As If We Had Only Slept A Night, And Shall Be Fresh And Strong.