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1. Weep not for me you standers by
Which do beset me round,
For in the grave I know must lye
Until the trumpet sound.

2. My life is like the dust or clay
Com-par-ed to the same,
My spirit shall return to rest
The place from whence it came.

3. I must be gone forever now
And leave you all behind,
Until the Resurection comes
And judgement to mankind.

4. When Christ comes riding on the clouds
To judge the world abroad,
Angels and saints crying aloud
Rise dead and meet the Lord.