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Beneath this cold and humble stone
Lies mouldering in the dust
A man through life to virtue proud
Upright sincere and just
Lies mouldering in the dust
A man through life to virtue proud
Upright sincere and just
James McInnerney
For here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come.
Hebrew C XIII. V. XIV
Hebrew C XIII. V. XIV
Margaret Grylls
Gone in life's fair morning
Gone in the bloom of youth
Gone in the bloom of youth
Sylvia Kennedy
And He who takes our jewels to his keeping
Knows how we miss them and in His tender love
Stoops down to comfort and hush our weeping
With promises ...
Knows how we miss them and in His tender love
Stoops down to comfort and hush our weeping
With promises ...
Lucy Cobbledick
Like the dove to the ark,
they have flown to their rest;
from the wild sea of strife,
To the home of the blest
they have flown to their rest;
from the wild sea of strife,
To the home of the blest
Not dead to us we loved her dear
Not lost but gone before.
She lives with us in memory still
And will for evermore
Not lost but gone before.
She lives with us in memory still
And will for evermore
Elizabeth Rose Rowe
A mother we loved has gone to rest,
God has claimed his own;
Oh, may her gentle spirit be
A star to guide us home.
God has claimed his own;
Oh, may her gentle spirit be
A star to guide us home.
Amy Sands
Rest in the saviour, sweetly rest
They miss you most who loved you best.
They miss you most who loved you best.
Thora Dahl
They are not dead who live forever
In the hearts of those they love
In the hearts of those they love
Peter Hamilton
And they shall walk with me in white, for they are worthy
Nellie Sincock
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...
Percy Wright
We speak of the realm of the bless,
That country so bright and so fair,
And oft are its glories confest,
But what must it be to be there.
That country so bright and so fair,
And oft are its glories confest,
But what must it be to be there.
Alexander Badenoch
A precious one from us is gone,
A voice we loced is stilled,
A place is vacant in our home,
That never can be filled.
God in his wisdom has reca...
A voice we loced is stilled,
A place is vacant in our home,
That never can be filled.
God in his wisdom has reca...
Catherine Gertrude Hodges
What tho' in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved no longer nigh,
Submissive would I still reply,
Thy will be done.
For friends beloved no longer nigh,
Submissive would I still reply,
Thy will be done.
William Mitchell