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Farewell, dear friends, a long farewell,
Since we shall meet no more,
Till we shall rise with thee to dwell
On heaven’s blissful shore.
We will meet you in the morning,
Where the shadows pass away;
We will meet, we will meet,
We will meet over there;
We will meet you in the morning,
Where all tears are wiped away.
Our friend and sister, lo! is dead,
Her cold and lifeless clay
Has made in dust its silent bed,
And there it must decay.
We will meet you in the morning,
Where the shadows pass away;
We will meet, we will meet,
We will meet over there;
We will meet you in the morning,
Where all tears are wiped away.
But is she dead? No, no, she lives;
Her happy spirit flies
To heav’n above and there receives
Her long-expected prize.
We will meet you in the morning,
Where the shadows pass away;
We will meet, we will meet,
We will meet over there;
We will meet you in the morning,
Where all tears are wiped away.
In robes of pure and precious love
Her virgin soul is dressed,
And all the angel hosts above
Rejoice to see her blest.
We will meet you in the morning,
Where the shadows pass away;
We will meet, we will meet,
We will meet over there;
We will meet you in the morning,
Where all tears are wiped away.
Farewell, dear friends, again farewell;
Soon we shall rise to thee,
On wings of love with Christ to dwell,
Through all eternity.
We will meet you in the morning,
Where the shadows pass away;
We will meet, we will meet,
We will meet over there;
We will meet you in the morning,
Where all tears are wiped away.
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