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Rest and peace grant unto them O Lord
and let light perpetual shine
and let light perpetual shine
Matthew and Hannah Bradley
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
Ye also ready for in such an hour
Ye think not the Son of Man cometh
Ye think not the Son of Man cometh
Walter Charles
Gone to be with Jesus in the climes of endless joy.
Where sin and death never come, and parting will be no more.
Where sin and death never come, and parting will be no more.
Theophilus J Male
Around your graves we silent weep.
With hearts all crushed and sore
Yet through the gloom the sweet words steal
Not lost but gone before
With hearts all crushed and sore
Yet through the gloom the sweet words steal
Not lost but gone before
William Edmunds
Holy Mary pierce me through.
In my heart each wound renew
Of my Saviour crucified.
In my heart each wound renew
Of my Saviour crucified.
George Richard Jones
Christ to me is life on earth
And death to me is gain,
Because I trust through him alone
Salvation to obtain.
And death to me is gain,
Because I trust through him alone
Salvation to obtain.
Erle Ernest Aveyard
They are not dead who live forever
In the hearts of those they love
In the hearts of those they love
Peter Hamilton
The hour of my departure come
now let me die in peace.
now let me die in peace.
Alexander Greig
Not gone from memory, not gone from love
But gone to her Father's home above.
But gone to her Father's home above.
Hannah Kaye
Suddenly, just in a moment,
The Lord of life did come;
And lifted me out of the cloud and
Into the light of home
The Lord of life did come;
And lifted me out of the cloud and
Into the light of home
David Mackenzie
Around his bed we silent knelt,
With hearts all crushed and sore;
While through the gloom the sweet words stole
Not Lost, but gone before.
With hearts all crushed and sore;
While through the gloom the sweet words stole
Not Lost, but gone before.
Frederick Whittingham