"In the midst of life we are in death."
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For in the midst of life, how sure Will fall death's icy handUpon some flower of love we prize— Unclasp some loving hand,
We thought we held so fast in ours, That nothing could divide,Until death's servant came and took An angel from our side.
There is no death since Jesu died, That word is known no more,'Tis only life the angels sing, O life for evermore!
