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The Old Psalm Tune.
Their life is music and accord;
Their souls and hearts keep time
In one sweet concert with the Lord,—
One concert vast, sublime.
And through the hymns they sang on earth
Sometimes a sweetness falls
On those they loved and left below,
And softly homeward calls,—
Bells from our own dear fatherland
Borne trembling o'er the sea,—
The narrow sea that they have crossed,
The shores where we shall be.
O sing, sing on, beloved souls!
Sing cares and griefs to rest;
Sing, till entrancéd we arise
To join you 'mong the blest.
