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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 13, 1870

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 36, No. 13.

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FUNERAL DIRGE.

By L. D. SANTEE

Air, Lay him low.
Fold his hands across his breast, He in death is sweetly sleeping, Dreamless in his silent rest, While his friends around are weeping.
Cho.—Sweetly rest, sweetly rest, By earth’s woes no more oppressed, Still hands folded o’er his breast, Sweetly rest.
He has gone from all earth’s care, While his friends beloved are grieving, Soon he’ll wake with brow so fair, And a crown of life receiving.
Cho.—Sweetly rest, sweetly rest.
Now while friends around him press, Weeping in their great affliction, Dust to dust is God’s behest; Angels bring his benediction.
Cho.—Sweetly rest, sweetly rest.
Now his head is lying low, Earth’s rude storms no more he’s breasting; ’Neath the clover or the snow, Angels mark his place of resting.
Cho.—Sweetly rest, sweetly rest.
L. D. SANTEE.