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L. M.
They are not lost, but gone before.
Dear is the spot where Christians sleep,
And sweet the strains their spirits pour;
O, why should we in anguish weep?
They are not lost, but gone before.
2 Secure from every mortal care,
By sin and sorrow vexed no more,
Eternal happiness they share
Who are not lost, but gone before.
3 To Zion’s peaceful courts above
In faith triumphant may we soar,
Embracing, in the arms of love,
The friends not lost, but gone before.
4 To Jordan’s bank whene’er we come,
And hear the swelling waters roar;
Jesus! convey us safely home,
To friends not lost, but gone before.