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Our Father’s gone to that bright land,
He dwells with Christ, the King;
And with the saints of old doth stand,
While all the angels sing.
Around dear Mother’s bed we stood
And watched her dying face;
While Jesus bade her spirit come
And take a heav’nly place.
Their forms on earth no more we see,
They’re hidden from our view;
Their mem’ries linger still with me,
As noble, good and true.
Could we but stand and view that goal,
’Twould dry our briny tears;
True love and joy there to behold,
Would banish all our fears.
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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