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THE BURIAL AT SEA.
Farewell, beloved form!
The light is gone from thee.
Peacefully sleeping,
We give thee to the sea.
The light is gone from thee.
Peacefully sleeping,
We give thee to the sea.
Billows that o'er thee roll
Will not betray their trust:
God hath called home the soul;—
He'll guard the dust.
Will not betray their trust:
God hath called home the soul;—
He'll guard the dust.
Jesus, now throned above,
Once slumbered in the grave!
Thee will his heavenly love
Watch over,—rekindle,—save!
Once slumbered in the grave!
Thee will his heavenly love
Watch over,—rekindle,—save!
He will, descending,
Of death dispel the sleep:—
Till that glorious morning,
Rest in the deep!
Of death dispel the sleep:—
Till that glorious morning,
Rest in the deep!
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