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A community gathered
A family mourned
A man stood erect
Whilst another went under

A woman spoke
A people heard
They "ahhed"
and they "oohed"

The priest was moved
The gifts were brought
And in the midst
A clear voice sang...

"I am no longer mine own
But I belong to Thee
No longer to sin
But to be of use
Oh Glory be to Thee"