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1 Farewell, dear friend! a long farewell! For we shall meet no more Till we are raised with thee to dwell On Zion's happy shore. 2 Our friend and brother, lo! is dead! The cold and lifeless clay Has made in dust its silent bed, And there it must decay. 3 Farewell, dear friend, again farewell,-- Soon we shall rise to thee; And when we meet, no tongue can tell How great our joys shall be. 4 No more we'll mourn thee, parted friend, But lift our ardent prayer, And every thought and effort bend To rise and join thee there. 758. 12s. & 11s. M. Anonymous. The Same. 1 Though lost to our sight, we may not deplore thee, The clear light of faith shall illumine thy road; All through the dark valley shall angels watch o'er thee, And guide thee in peace to the home of thy God. 2 Thy heart, while on earth, in his praises delighted, Thy voice ever spoke of his fatherly love; And now, by life's shadows no longer benighted, Thou wilt love him and praise him in heaven above. 3 And there may we meet when life shall be ended, All tears wiped away, and all errors forgiven, And there may our prayers together be blended In the sweet song of praise to our Master in heaven. 759. L. M. S. S. Choir. Death of a Scholar. 1 We come our Sabbath hymn to raise, Our earnest, humble prayer to pour; One voice is hushed, its notes of praise Shall mingle here with ours no more. 2 The lips are still, the eye is dim, That brightly beamed with joy and love; The spirit, it hath gone to Him Who freely gave it from above. 3 We will not weep, for Jesus said, "Let little children to me come;" But pray that our young hearts be led To seek our everlasting home. 760. C. M. Boston S. S. H. Book. The Same. 1 Death has been here, and borne away A brother from our side: Just in the morning of his day, As young as we he died. 2 We cannot tell who next may fall Beneath thy chastening rod; One must be first, but let us all Prepare to meet our God. 3 May each attend with willing feet The means of knowledge here; And wait around thy mercy seat, With hope as well as fear. 4 Lord, to thy wisdom and
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