Used by permission.

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1. Sister, thou art sweet-ly sleeping, Free from pain, and toil,
2. Thou wilt sleep, but not for-ev - er;

Jesus died, and rose

and care; a - gain; the hand;

3. Sister, then we hope to meet thee, Then we'll take thee by

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of prayer.

to reign.

Dearest sister, how we miss thee! Miss thee in the house
Soon he'll come in clouds of glory-Thou wilt rise with him
Then we'll twine our arms around thee, In that bright and hap - py land.

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HENLEY. IIS & IOS.

L. MASON.

1. Come un - to Me when shad-ows dark-ly gather, When the sad

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1 Come unto Me when shadows darkly gather,
When the sad heart is weary and distressed,
Seeking for comfort from your heavenly Father,
"Come unto Me, and I will give you rest."

2 Large are the mansions in thy Father's dwelling;
Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim:
Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling;

Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn.
3 There, like an Eden blossoming in gladness,

Will bloom the flowers the earth too rudely pressed;
"Come unto Me," all ye who droop in sadness,
"Come unto Me, and I will give you rest!"

C. H. ESLING.

1 Yes, it is well; though shades around us gather;
Though friends depart, and earthly hopes decay,-
Still will we trust our gracious heavenly Father;
Still he who loves us is with us alway.

2 Why should we still in doubt and sorrow languish,
Mourning for those who from our sight have fled?
Heaven pours its balm on hearts that bleed in anguish ;
Hope blooms immortal o'er the silent dead!

3 O may we meet, beyond earth's scenes of sadness,
Meet with the loved, the cherished and the lost;
There in the realms of sunlight and of gladness,
Dwell with the blest, no more by tempest tossed.

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i cy em-brace; "We have pressed the last kiss, we have dropped the last tear gently have run; Though the night-dews now cling to her bright, flowing hair, sor - row and pain, Till the Prince of the angels in tri-umph shall come,

D. S. "For we know there is One who her ashes will keep,

sleep where the lone wil-lows weep, And the blos-soms of sweet sum-mer wave,

D.S.

Shall we

Sor-row ne'er shall press the soul?

By the fair, ce - les - tial shore?
Built by work-man-ship di vine?

And sit down up-on his throne?

meet, shall we meet, Shall we meet be-yond the river?

Shall we meet be-yond the river, Where the surges cease to roll?