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That little form before us
In death’s embrace,
Sweet angel face,
Has left a vacant place.
Let the little one sleep,
Let the little one sleep,
It is free from this world of care;
The Master has come,
And called it home,
It is resting over there.
Our darling child is sleeping,
It’s left this shore,
Forevermore,
Its suff’ring days are o’er.
Let the little one sleep,
Let the little one sleep,
It is free from this world of care;
The Master has come,
And called it home,
It is resting over there.
Our little one is living
Among the blest
In sweeter rest;
Our Father knoweth best.
Let the little one sleep,
Let the little one sleep,
It is free from this world of care;
The Master has come,
And called it home,
It is resting over there.
Our child has gone to glory;
Let us prepare
To meet it there,
Eternal bliss to share.
Let the little one sleep,
Let the little one sleep,
It is free from this world of care;
The Master has come,
And called it home,
It is resting over there.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 4 4 6 and refrain
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Dates:
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1911
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Bible Refs:
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1 Th 4:13-14;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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LET THE LITTLE ONE SLEEP
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Meter:
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7 4 4 6 and refrain
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1911
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