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Job 3
17 There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
18 There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
19 The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
20 Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
(8,6,8,6)
How still and peaceful is the grave!
where, life’s vain tumults past,
Th’ appointed house, by Heav’n’s decree,
receives us all at last.
The wicked there from troubling cease,
their passions rage no more;
And there the weary pilgrim rests
from all the toils he bore.
There rest the pris’ners, now released
from slavery’s sad abode;
No more they hear th’ oppressor’s voice,
or dread the tyrant’s rod.
There servants, masters, small and great,
partake the same repose;
And there, in peace, the ashes mix
of those who once were foes.
All, levelled by the hand of Death,
lie sleeping in the tomb;
Till God in judgment calls them forth,
to meet their final doom.
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