O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies! — Timothy Salter
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O God bid my poor body to ariseOn that bright day triumphant through the skies!

— Timothy Salter
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