The Voice of Many Waters
In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth,
and the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
The Lord is my light and my salvation;
whom shall I fear?
Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet,
and a light unto my path.
It is sharper than any twoedged sword,
piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters,
He restoreth my soul.
Behold the Lamb of God,
which taketh away the sin of the world.
Surely He hath borne our griefs,
and with His stripes we are healed.
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?
Neither death, nor life,
nor angels, nor principalities,
nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come.
The Lord Himself shall descend from heaven with a shout,
with the voice of the archangel,
and with the trump of God:
and the dead in Christ shall rise first.
Then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written,
Death is swallowed up in victory.
O death, where is thy sting?
O grave, where is thy victory?
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty,
which was, and is, and is to come.
Worthy is the Lamb that was slain
to receive power, and riches, and wisdom,
and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing.
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes;
and there shall be no more death,
neither sorrow, nor crying,
neither shall there be any more pain:
for the former things are passed away.
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