The souls of the just are in God’s hand
No torment shall ever touch them
In the view of fools they seem as dead
And their passing away an affliction
But they are in God’s peace
Suffering a short time, now blessed indeed
But they are in God’s peace
For the souls of the just are blessed indeed
Though the just die young, their souls are at rest
In a short time, their soul is perfected
Snatched away lest evil pervert their mind
God sped them away from the world
For they are in God’s peace
Suffering a short time, now blessed indeed
For they are in God’s peace
For the souls of the just are blessed indeed
(REPEAT)
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