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If Thou art near when life is closing All joyful shall I fall asleep, Be Thou with me as I awaken, And claim my soul when I arise If Thou art near when life is closing, All joyful shall I fall asleep, Ah, how serene, were thus my passing, Thy tender hand upraised in blessing Would sanctify my slumber deep Be Thou with me, as I awaken And claim my soul when I arise From Letras Mania