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We lay thee in the silent tomb,
Sweet blossom of the day;
We just began to view thy bloom,
When thou wert called away.
Friendship and love have done their last,
And now can do no more;
The bitterness of death is past,
And all thy sufferings o’er.
Thy gentle Spirit passed away,
‘Mid pain the most severe;
So great we could not wish thy stay,
A moment longer here.
Oh, who could wish thy longer stay,
In such a world as this;
Since thou hast gained the realms of day.
And pure, undying bliss?
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 2005 | # 374 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ELIZABETHTOWN
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1838
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 392 | Eb | | # 799 | Eb |
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