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SORROW NOT WITHOUT HOPE.

Weep for the dead! God bids you not restrain,
What nature claims, affection's soothing tear.
But weep, like Christian mourners! Tho' the bier
Bear him away to death's obscure domain,

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Yet he with you, who still on earth remain,
The summons of the Archangel's voice shall hear;
And he with you before the Lord appear,
Soar to the clouds, and meet you there again.
Weep then, but do not as the hopeless weep,
For them who rest in Christ! A common prize
Awaits both them, and you, and all who keep
His truth, and love His coming in the skies.
They, in the Saviour who or wake or sleep,
Shall all united in the Saviour rise.