When I go, don’t cry for me In my Father’s arms I’ll be The wounds this world left on my soul Will all be healed and I’ll be whole. Sun and moon will be replaced With the light of Jesus’ face And I will not be ashamed For my Savior knows my name.
It don’t matter where you bury me, I’ll be home and I’ll be free. It don’t matter where I lay, All my tears be washed away.
Gold and silver blind the eye Temporary riches lie Come and eat from heaven’s store, Come and drink, and thirst no more
It don’t matter where you bury me I’ll be home and I’ll be free It don’t matter where I lay All my tears be washed away
So, weep not for me my friends, When my time below does end For my life belongs to Him Who will raise the dead again.
It don’t matter where you bury me, I’ll be home and I’ll be free. It don’t matter where I lay, All my tears be washed away.
even needful death is not particularly happy
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