The phrase "And fold my pale hands o’er my breast;" resonates through 1 hymns, touching hearts across generations.
And fold my pale hands o’er my breast;
...When softly the watchers shall say, He is dead,
And fold my pale hands o’er my breast;
And when, with my glorified vision at last...
When softly the watchers shall say, He is dead,
And fold my pale hands o’er my breast;
And when, with my glorified vision at last
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