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They, that in the Savior sleep,
Are not perished, are not dead;
Christ his own doth faithful keep,
All for whom on earth he bled.

Sleeping, waking, we are one,
In the one, and risen Lord;
They, who from our sight have gone,
Soon with Him shall be restored!

Naught created can divide
Soul from soul and heart from heart;
We in Him do still abide,
Though from earthly scenes we part.

Weep not then, as others weep,
Who nor hope, nor peace have found;
Nor the soul in pleasures steep,
Which amid the world abound.

Keep their memories bright and fair,
Who, in Christ, have passed away;
Give not way to dark despair,
Rather strive, and watch, and pray.

Faith will take from death its sting;
And the friends, whom we deplore,
God, through Jesus, too will bring,
And with Him again restore.
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