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Bell-songs.
43
Toil and battle, rest in peace,
In the holy light's increase,
Weary heart, from labor cease;
  Come, come, come!

Lo! up-rising from the dead,
God's own glory on His head,
His pure lips thy prayers have sped.
  Come, come, come!