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By soothing words endearing
 To a heart so sorely riven,
You seem to me appearing
 An angel sent from Heaven

To waft my spirit gently
 Unto that beautiful land,
Where God in all His glory
 And our loving Saviour stand.

I will love thee, friend, forever;
 May our friendship many a day
Brighten and shed ever
 O'er our lives a pleasant ray

Of sunshine to brighten ever
 Our pathway through this gloom,
Leading to sweet home hereafter,
 And rest beyond the tomb.

Then when the eve of life shall come,
 And from earth we pass away,
Unto that beautiful land beyond,
 Where forever is light of day.

This life is but a passing dream
 Of joys and sorrows given,
Where we see but the faintest gleam
 Of our beautiful home in Heaven.