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FUNERAL HYMN.
Pour your tears, pour your tears
O'er the loved of many years;
Count his many virtues o'er,
Pour your fond tears—fondly pour!
O'er the loved of many years;
Count his many virtues o'er,
Pour your fond tears—fondly pour!
God hath sent them for relief.
In your deep and sudden grief;
And his angel hears on high
Every drop that dims your eye.
In your deep and sudden grief;
And his angel hears on high
Every drop that dims your eye.
Your beloved hath his abode
On the bosom of his God,
And hath left ye yet below,
Struggling on through toil and woe.
On the bosom of his God,
And hath left ye yet below,
Struggling on through toil and woe.
Bright forms flit amid the gloom,
Guardians of that new-made tomb:
Yet more dear to Him the sigh
Breathed from human sympathy.
Guardians of that new-made tomb:
Yet more dear to Him the sigh
Breathed from human sympathy.
