Sister, thou art sweetly sleeping
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Sister, thou art sweetly sleeping,Free from pain, and toil, and care;Dearest sister, how we miss thee!Miss thee in the house of prayer.
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Thou wilt sleep, but not forever;Jesus died, and rose again;Soon he 'll come in clouds of glory,—Thou wilt rise with him to reign.
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Sister, then we hope to meet thee;Then we 'll take thee by the hand;Then we 'll twine our arms around thee,In that bright and happy land.