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[Rise up, my soul, and let us go]
Rise up, my soul, and let us go
Up to the gospel feast;
Gird on the garment white as snow,
To join and be a guest.
Up to the gospel feast;
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To join and be a guest.
Dost thou not hear the trumpet call
For thee, my soul, for thee?
Not only thee, my soul, but all,
May rise and enter free.
For thee, my soul, for thee?
Not only thee, my soul, but all,
May rise and enter free.
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