Our Gift by Boston Teachers of the School Street Universalist Sunday School
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And songs of sorrow sing,
And to the Father's altar, A mournful tribute bring. No more thou strowest flowers Of sunshine o'er our path; Thy song forever silent, Thy voice is hushed in death. Yet not for thee we sorrow, Thy sorrows all are o'er; Thine earthly journey ended, Thou'st reached that happy shore, Where spirits blest are waiting, To welcome thee above; There evermore to lead thee In realms of peace and love. And hand in hand with angels, Around God's throne to stand, Warbling sweet anthems ever, Amid that heavenly band. Farewell! we would not wake thee, 'T were vain to wish thee here; A Father's arms receive thee, Sleep on, nor danger fear. Rise! and in Jesus' kingdom |
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