Gently, dear Saviour, now we bring
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Gently, dear Saviour, now we bringThe loved one death has called his own;With all our griefs to thee we cling,For unto thee our griefs are known.
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Thy way is best; and though we weep,We would not break this calm repose:Thou givest thy beloved sleep,And thou hast willed these eyes should close.
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Blest be the grief that closer bindsOur mourning hearts, O Lord, to thee!Blest be the faith,—in death that findsA hope of immortality!
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Thus dust to dust, and earth to earth,And ashes cold we lay awayTo wait that glad, immortal birth,—The promised resurrection day.