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Another gone home, where there is no weeping,
where tears are dried and hearts are every glad,
where friends long parted have a glorious meeting,
with Christ for ever, who then could be sad? Alleluia!
Another at rest, after earth’s wild billows
have spent their force against God’s own in vain;
for sheltered safely in green pastured meadows,
his children find by waters still no pain. Alleluia!
Where is thy sting, O death, they now are crying,
where is thy boasted victory, O grave?
For sin is past and gone, we hear them singing,
through Jesus’ death and risen power to save. Alleluia!
Glory to thee, O Lord, for those now sleeping,
who loved us when on earth, who love us still;
who, were they nigh, would bid us still our weeping,
for they are praising God on Zion’s hill. Alleluia!
Only a brief span, our short life is fleeting,
we shall be garnered soon with those we love;
e’er we can measure years, how swiftly passing,
Lord, make us meet to dwell with thee above. Alleluia!
So be it, Lord, as we watch the dawning,
may we work on with joy to soothe the sad;
to tell them Christ returneth in the morning,
with those we love, his own, to make us glad. Alleluia!
Victoria Carbery (1843-?), 1900