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"He is not dead," but only lieth sleeping
In the sweet refuge of His Master's breast,
And far away from sorrow, toil, and weeping,
"He is not dead," but only taking rest.
What though the highest hopes he dearly cherished,
All faded gently as the setting sun ;
What though our own fond expectations perished,
Ere yet life's noblest labour seemed begun ;
What though he standeth at no earthly altar-
Yet in white raiment, on the golden floor,
Where love is perfect, and no step can falter,
He serveth as a Priest for evermore !
O glorious end of life's short day of sadness !
O blessed course so well and nobly run !
O home of true and everlasting gladness !
O crown unfading ! and so early won !
Though tears will fall, we bless Thee, O our Father,
For the dear one for ever with the blest,
And wait the Easter dawn when Thou shall gather
Thine own, long parted, to their endless rest.
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11 10 11 10
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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CONSOLATION (RAYNOLDS)
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11 10 11 10
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| # 394 | E | | # 25 | Eb | | # 324 | Eb | | # 925 | Eb | | # 437 | Eb |
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