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I hear that call, ah yes! I hear
 Those tones so fondly loved;
And to that bright and sinless world,
 I know he is removed.

The beaming of his smile is gone,
 The yearning heart is vain;
A brother and a friend I lose,
 Whom I may ne'er regain.

To that blest world, to that blest world,
 My weeping thoughts shall flee;
Shall follow him, so long beloved,
 To immortality.

A little time, not comfortless,
 Beneath Thy guardian wing,
And Thou wilt re-unite the hearts
 That now are son-owing.