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For thou didst bear thee nobly well,
 Under affliction's chastening rod;
And when life's arrows thickest fell,
 More humbly walked with God.

Oh, friend beloved! the night is past,
 Gone with its terrors and alarms,
And thou art sheltered, safe at last,
 Within the Saviour's arms.
And through the pastures green, where runs
 Life's peaceful river calm and slow,
He leads thee with his chosen ones,
 And will not let thee go.

O friend! thy course is nobly run;
 With thee life's toilsome day is past;
For thee the victory is won,
 And thou art crowned at last;
Saved with the dead in Christ, who leaned
 In faith upon the promised word,
That they who love him here shall dwell
 Forever with the Lord.

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FORGIVE.

 If ever, in some brief moment,
My lips have uttered an unkind word,
 That has from its tranquil slumbers
Thy heart to unwonted anger stirred,