Oh for the death of those
Who slumber in the Lord!
Oh be like theirs my last repose
Like theirs my last reward.
Their bodies
in the ground
In silent hope may lie
Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound
Shall call them to the sky
Their ransomed spirits soar
On wings of faith and love
To meet the Savior they adore
And reign with Him above.
With us their names shall live
Through long succeeding years
Embalmed with all our hearts can give
Our praises and our tears.
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