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'Tis sweet to think
of those at rest,
Who sleep in Christ the Lord,
Whose spirits now
with Him are blest
According to His word.
They once were pilgrims
here with us;
Through Jesus now they sleep:
And we for them, while resting thus,
As hopeless cannot weep.
How bright the resurrection-morn
On all the saints will break!
The Lord Himself will then return
His ransomed church to take.
Or raised or changed
His saints will meet,
All grief and care removed:
What joy 'twill be to us to greet
Each saint whom here we loved!
Our Lord Himself
we then shall see,
Whose blood for us was shed;
With Him for ever we shall be,
Made like our glorious Head.
We cannot linger o'er the tomb:
The resurrection-day
To faith shines bright
beyond its gloom,
Christ's glory to display.
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