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    OH LIST TO MY SONG!   Table of Contents     THE EASTER BONNET

Thompson, Clara Ann
Songs From the Wayside

- NOT DEAD, BUT SLEEPING.

NOT DEAD, BUT SLEEPING.



We say he is dead; ah, the word is too
somber;
'Tis the touch of God, on the weary
eyes,
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That has caused them to close, in peaceful
slumber,
To open with joy, in the upper skies.

We say he is gone; we have lost him forever;
His face and his form we will cherish no
more;
While happy and safe, just over the river,
He is waiting for us, where partings
are o'er.

Ah, sad are our hearts, as we gaze on
him sleeping,
And bitter and sad are the tears gush-
ing down;
And yet,--but we cannot see, for the
weeping,--
He has only exchanged the cross, for
the crown.
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And though the dark mists of grief may
surround us,
Obscuring the face of the Father above,
And blindly we grope, still His arms are
around us,
To guide and sustain with His pitying
love.

And he whom we love, is safe in His
keeping,
Yes, safe and secure, whatever may
come;
But ne'er will we know how sweetly he's
sleeping,
Till God, in His mercy, shall gather us
home.
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    OH LIST TO MY SONG!   Table of Contents     THE EASTER BONNET