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Our's is a heavy loss to bear-
For you we often shed a tear;
We'll try our best and not complain,
And pray that we may meet again
For you we often shed a tear;
We'll try our best and not complain,
And pray that we may meet again
Gorge Thomas Makings
Dearest Mother we have laid thee
In the peaceful grave's embrace,
But thy memory will be cherished,
Till we see thy heavenly face
In the peaceful grave's embrace,
But thy memory will be cherished,
Till we see thy heavenly face
Annie Markham
He is gone and I miss his kindly voice
His warm heart beats no more;
Let us in this bright hope rejoice
Not lost but gone before.
His warm heart beats no more;
Let us in this bright hope rejoice
Not lost but gone before.
Thomas Westcott
Now that my journey has just begun
my course so little trod
I'll stay before I further run
and give myself to God
my course so little trod
I'll stay before I further run
and give myself to God
Hannah Botten
Not all the affection we gave her,
Could save our dear loved one from pain,
But her sufferings are o'er, and in Heaven
We shall mee our dear Martha...
Could save our dear loved one from pain,
But her sufferings are o'er, and in Heaven
We shall mee our dear Martha...
Martha Webb
Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord.
And let perpetual light shine upon her.
And let perpetual light shine upon her.
Caroline Ethel Jarrad
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
I am not dead, but sleeping here,
Weep not for me my children dear,
Short was my stay, but long is my rest,
To take me from you, God thought best.
Weep not for me my children dear,
Short was my stay, but long is my rest,
To take me from you, God thought best.
Margaret Fahy
Beloved, Regretted, Gone.
Remembered in the Grave.
Remembered in the Grave.
Frank Louis Breton
All he had hoped for
All he had, he gave
All he had, he gave
Flight Sargeant L J Wellington
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
Just a memory fond and true
To show dear Mother we still think of you.
To show dear Mother we still think of you.
Susan Daniells
In sure and certain hope of the resurrection
Roland Vere Smith Adams
Weep not for me my parents dear,
I am not dead, but sleeping here,
Tho sad my lot and short my days
I'll rise in heave to sing God's praise.
I am not dead, but sleeping here,
Tho sad my lot and short my days
I'll rise in heave to sing God's praise.
Philadelphia Trenorden