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Dear Is the Spot Where Christians Sleep
And sweet the strains their spirits pour;
O, why should we in anguish weep?
They are not lost, but gone before. |
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Secure from every mortal care,
By sin and sorrow vexed no more,
Eternal happiness they share,
Who are not lost, but gone before. |
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To Zion's peaceful courts above,
In faith triumphant may we soar,
Embracing in the arms of love
The friends not lost, but gone before. |
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To Jordan's bank, whene'er we come,
And hear the swelling waters roar,
Jesus, convey us safely home,
To friends not lost, but gone before. |
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