Sun Of The Soul, The

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When the sun of your life has gone down
And the clouds in the west turn to gold
Endless death will to you then have come
If the light has gone out in your soul

   Oh just think how in death you would feel
   With the light growing dim in your soul
   Oh how long it will be oh how still
   If the light has gone out in your soul

When you come to the end of the way
And life’s story for you has been told
Oh how sad all to you will appear
If the light has gone out in your soul

When the chilly winds of death around you steal
And the sweat upon your brow is damp and cold
What a dread in your life you would feel
If the light has gone out in your soul

When before the judgment trial you shall stand
And the deeds of your life have been told
Good and evil appears oh what then
If the light has gone out in your soul