DEAR IS THE SPOT WHERE CHRISTIANS SLEEP
AND SWEET THE STRAINS THAT ANGELS POUR
O'WHY SHOULD WE IN ANGUISH WEEP
THEY ARE NOT LOST, BUT GONE BEFORE!
I AM THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE.
ALTHOUGH HE SLEEPS
HIS MEMORY DOTH LIVE,
AND CHEERING COMFORT
TO HIS MOURNERS GIVE!
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