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“Concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even
as others which have no hope.”
I Thess. iv. 13
That fount of tears it hidden lies
Within my Saviour's breast,
And I will leave thee in the skies
And that deep fount to rest.
Within my Saviour's breast,
And I will leave thee in the skies
And that deep fount to rest.
O Thou, who know'st our secret frame,
And every inmost grief,
In Thee I leave that long-lov'd name,
And find in Thee relief.
And every inmost grief,
In Thee I leave that long-lov'd name,
And find in Thee relief.
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