O, for the death of those
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O, for the death of thoseWho slumber in the Lord!O, be like theirs my last repose,Like theirs my last reward!
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Their bodies in the groundIn silent hope may lie,Till the last trumpet's joyful soundShall call them to the sky.
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Then ransomed they will soarOn wings of faith and love.To meet the Saviour they adore,And reign with him above.
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With us their names shall liveThrough the remaining years,Embalmed with all our hearts can give,Our praises and our tears.
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O, for the death of thoseWho slumber in the Lord!O, be like theirs my last repose,Like theirs my last reward!