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THE LAST NIGHT WITH THE DEAD.
'Twas a dream. The crystal river
Came of tear-drops in mine eye;
Tears which shall not flow for ever.
He who wept at Bethany
Came of tear-drops in mine eye;
Tears which shall not flow for ever.
He who wept at Bethany
Shed such solace o'er my sorrow,
Earth's afflictions were forgot,
And I hailed a joyful morrow,
Dawning on my weary lot.
Earth's afflictions were forgot,
And I hailed a joyful morrow,
Dawning on my weary lot.
Now, my heart within me burning,
Better than my dream I see;
Christ is near me in my mourning;
Where He is, is heaven to me.
Better than my dream I see;
Christ is near me in my mourning;
Where He is, is heaven to me.
THE LAST NIGHT WITH THE DEAD.
"Jesus saith unto her, Thy brother shall rise again."
John xi. 23.
Farewell, friend, till the shadows flee away!
Farewell, my loved one: it is sweet to say,
"Till our next meeting"; there no pain can come,
Nor partings dim the glory of our home.
We'll meet again—where God's redeemed ones dwell,
Where nevermore shall sound the word, "Farewell."
O joyful hope! for then I shall have gazed
Farewell, my loved one: it is sweet to say,
"Till our next meeting"; there no pain can come,
Nor partings dim the glory of our home.
We'll meet again—where God's redeemed ones dwell,
Where nevermore shall sound the word, "Farewell."
O joyful hope! for then I shall have gazed
