M-ay twentieth morn breaks,
A-fter the night is gone;
R-ising sun is shining
I-n the sky for every
O-ne.
A-s we live here on earth,
S-o many things cause us pain;
U-nderneath the wide sky,
N-ight or day, sorrows remain.
C-hurch of Christ though
I-s elected or chosen;
O-nly the flock shall never cry,
N-o more tears in heaven.
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