And death and the tomb can divide hearts no more.
5 I am weary, my Saviour, of grieving thy love;
O! when shall I rest in thy presence above;
I am weary—but O! let me never repine,
While thy word, and thy love, and thy promise are mine.
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Strangers and pilgrims.
1 Pet. 2:11.
My rest is in heaven—my home is not here;
Then why should I murmur when trials appear?