Dear Ones Gone

Today we think of loved ones gone

Whose forms lie ’neath the sod so drear

And long to join them round the throne

And with them praise the Sav­ior dear.

Sing praise to God this sac­red day

And scat­ter flowers o’er mounds of clay;

While life shall last

all hon­or pay

Unto the dear ones gone!

While we are sing­ing songs of love

And scat­ter­ing lov­ing tri­butes round

Our hearts are raised to Heav’n above

Where we by Je­sus shall be crowned.

Our loved now rest­ing ’neath the sod

We’ll meet o’er on the oth­er side

And dwell for­ev­er there with God

If here the Sav­ior is our guide.

Then ev­er rea­dy let us be

With spir­it pure and free from sin

That when our Sav­ior we shall see

He’ll bid us

Wel­come! En­ter in!