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Thou art gone to the grave but we
will not deplore thee
Whose God was thy ransom thy
guardian and guide
He gave thee, He took thee
And death has no sting for
the Savior has died
There is a calm for those who weep
A rest for weary pilgrims found
They softly lie but sweetly sleep
Low in the ground.
Oh! what is home without a mother?