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Oh, Blessed Virgin, intercede
In this sad hour of grief;
The one we loved has fallen now
As has the autumn leaf.
And we are left with dark despair,
Each hour is hard to bear;
It seems that there is naught but fear
And grief for our sad share.
Oh, Blessed Virgin, intercede;
The one we loved has gone
And through the shadows deep we live
While days are drear and long.
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Eternity
Green meadows, wide as eye can see,
How many o'er thy sward may be
The blades of grass? Beyond all count are they.
Praised be the most Holy Sacrament,
As many times a day.
Great ocean, boundless, uncontrolled,
How many do thy waters hold
Of briny drops? Beyond all count are they.
Praised be the most Holy Sacrament,
As many times a day.
High sun, of all things center bright,
How many are the rays of light
That from thee dart? Beyond all count are they.
Praised be the most Holy Sacrament,
As many times a day.
Eternity, oh, what sublime,
How many moments of my time
Are in thy length? Beyond all count are they.
Praised be the most Holy Sacrament,
As many times a day.
Anonymous
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Safely Home
I am home in heaven, dear ones
Oh, so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and beauty
In this everlasting light.
All the pain and grief is over,
Every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever,
Safely home in heaven at last
Did you wonder I so calmly
Trod the valley of the shade?
Oh! but Jesus' love illumined
Every dark and fearful glade.
And He came Himself to meet me
In that way so hard to tread;
And with Jesus' arm to lean on,
Could I have one doubt or dread?
Then you must not grieve so sorely,
For I love you dearly still;
Try to look beyond earth's shadows,
Pray to trust Our Father's Will.
There is work still waiting for you,
So you must not idly stand;
Do it now, while life remaineth-
You shall rest in Jesus' land.
When that work is all completed,
He will gently call you Home;
Oh, the rapture of that meeting,
Oh, the joy to see you come!
Anonymous
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Who Knows When Death May Overtake Me
Who knows when death may overtake me:
Time passes on, my end draws near.
How swiftly can my breath forsake me:
How soon can life's last hour appear:
My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
Then may death come today, tomorrow,
I know in Christ I perish not;
He grants the peace that stills all sorrow,
Gives me a robe without a spot
My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
Emilie Juliane
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For Me To Live Is Jesus
For me to live is Jesus,
To die is gain for me;
Then, when so e'er He pleases,
I meet death willingly.
For Christ, my Lord and Brother,
I leave this world so dim
And gladly seek that other,
Where I shall be with Him.
Amen: Thou, Christ, my Savior,
Wilt grant this unto me.
Thy Spirit lead me ever
That I fare happily.
Michael Weisse
780
Home of the Soul
I will sing you a song of that beautiful land,
The far away home of the soul,
Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand,
While the years of eternity roll;
While the years of eternity roll;
Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand,
While the years of eternity roll.
O how sweet it will be in that beautiful land,
So free from all sorrow and pain,
With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands,
To meet one another again,
To meet one another again;
With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands,
To meet one another again.
Ellen H. Gates
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A Land of Pure Delight
There is a land of pure delight
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides,
And never withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.
Isaac Watts
779
Eventide
Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide!
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou, who changest not, abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies;
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
Henry F. Lyte
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