We shall meet our friends departed,
Though we left them long ago
To their lone and dreamless slumbers,
In the silent dust below;
We shall meet them, O how glo­ri­ous!
When this weary life is o’er,
In those bright, celestial regions,
Blest and happy ev­er­more.

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We shall meet, yes, we shall meet them,
When our journeyings are o’er,
We shall meet them, Hallelujah!
On that bright and shining shore.

We shall meet our friends departed,
Who the promised land have won,
Shining as the stars of Hea­ven,
Round the ev­er­last­ing throne;
Onward, every soul, to duty
Scatter wide the shades of gloom,
All of life is in the future,
Life is bliss beyond the tomb.

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We shall meet our friends departed,
Clothed in robes of heav’nly white,
And with sainted voices greet them
In a land of life and light;
Lift no voice of grief or sorrow,
That they molder in the dust;
We shall meet them on the morrow
At the rising of the just.

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