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V. NOT FOR THE DEAD.
Not for the sainted dead we weep;
Untroubled is their rest and deep.
For them why should we mourn or sigh?
'Neath quiet graves in peace they lie;
“Thou givest Thy beloved sleep.”
Untroubled is their rest and deep.
For them why should we mourn or sigh?
'Neath quiet graves in peace they lie;
“Thou givest Thy beloved sleep.”
For tempted souls, for wandering sheep,
For all whose path is rough and steep,
For them we lift our voice on high—
Not for the dead!
For all whose path is rough and steep,
For them we lift our voice on high—
Not for the dead!
For all who 'neath sore burdens creep,
Who sow the wind, the whirlwind reap,
Who lonely watch the days go by,
For hearts that bleed while eyes are dry:
For these, O Lord, our tears we keep—
Not for the dead!
Who sow the wind, the whirlwind reap,
Who lonely watch the days go by,
For hearts that bleed while eyes are dry:
For these, O Lord, our tears we keep—
Not for the dead!
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