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When the hand of death shall sever
Every tie that binds us here,
And we bid adieu forever
To our friends and kindred dear—
Gone where shadows faileth never,
Free from earthly strife and care,
Shall we meet them at the river?
Will they know us over there?
In that land beyond the river,
Where our friends have gone before;
In the bright, the glad forever,
Where the soul shall sigh no more;
Do they think of us poor mortals,
And with loving welcome wait?
Will they greet us at the portals,
Will they know us at the gate?
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8 7 8 7
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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ST. SYLVESTER
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8 7 8 7
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 1046 | F | | # 289 | F | | # 802 | F |
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