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"How sweet it is to think of friends,
Who lived with us below,
Who die rejoicing in the Lord,
And home to glory go.
But follow, now, my thoughts awhile,
Ye lovers of my God,
While I describe the thought of one
Beneath affliction's rod.
Surrounded by a host of friends,
Who tried to comfort him,
None could the healing balm apply
Nor ease his ___ or _____.
But Jesus Christ himself appears,
To take him to his breast,
To drive away his every fear,
And take him home to rest.
Go see him lie upon the bed,
His body rack'd with pain,
He tells his friends to live to God,
That they may meet again.
In words so sweet he talks of Heaven,
Where friends in Christ shall meet;
He tells them of the love of God,
And Jesus Christ so sweet.
But now the trying hour has come,
When he must pass away,
His bids his friends on earth adieu,
Until the Judgment day.
The husband now has passed away,
The father is no more,
God grant that friends may meet at last,
On Heaven's eternal shore." |
Family History Research: by Lorna Flint Laughton