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One less at home!
The charmed circle broken - A dear face
Missed day by day from its accustomed place
But cleansed and saved and perfected by grace...
The charmed circle broken - A dear face
Missed day by day from its accustomed place
But cleansed and saved and perfected by grace...
Mary Ann Jennings
I heard the voice of Jesus say come unto me and rest
Lay down thou weary one, lay down thy head upon my breast
I came to Jesus as I was weary and wo...
Lay down thou weary one, lay down thy head upon my breast
I came to Jesus as I was weary and wo...
Edwin Hardy Herring
How blessed with Jesus in bliss there to reign
Where Death cannot enter nor sorrow nor pain.
Text 1 John 3: V2
Where Death cannot enter nor sorrow nor pain.
Text 1 John 3: V2
Johanna
Abide with me; fast falls eventide
The darkness deepends Lord with me abide
The darkness deepends Lord with me abide
Mary Ann Besley
The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away.
Blessed be the name of the Lord.
Job I. 21
Blessed be the name of the Lord.
Job I. 21
William John
He always lent a helping hand
To those who wanted help
And never spoke of what he did
But kept it to himself
To those who wanted help
And never spoke of what he did
But kept it to himself
William John Tremellen
Here awhile we must be parted,
And the flesh its Sabbath keep
Waiting in a Holy stillness
Wrapt in sleep
And the flesh its Sabbath keep
Waiting in a Holy stillness
Wrapt in sleep
Herbert Bowering
Brighter, Fairer, far than living
With no trace of woe or pain,
Robed in everlasting beauty
We shall meet him once again,
Far beyond this world of...
With no trace of woe or pain,
Robed in everlasting beauty
We shall meet him once again,
Far beyond this world of...
George Arthur Scrase
The one we loved is now laid low
His fond true heart is still
The hands that often helped us so
Lies now in Death's cold chill
Not dead to us, we ...
His fond true heart is still
The hands that often helped us so
Lies now in Death's cold chill
Not dead to us, we ...
John Rundle
And with a voice serene and clear
His ransomed soul without a tear
His Saviour's praise is singing
His ransomed soul without a tear
His Saviour's praise is singing
Henry Smith
Farewell, Ernie dear, farewell.
Thy earthly race is run,
Though crushed with grief we'll strive to say.
O God, Thy will be done.
Thy earthly race is run,
Though crushed with grief we'll strive to say.
O God, Thy will be done.
Ernest James Sutton
O passing stranger, call this not
A place of fear and gloom,
I love to linger o'er the spot
It is my childrens tomb
A place of fear and gloom,
I love to linger o'er the spot
It is my childrens tomb
Hubert Henry Heddle
Saviour in Thy gracious keeping,
Leave we now our Father sleeping
Leave we now our Father sleeping
Edward Julis Reschke