Blessed are the dead that die in the
Lord. Mother dear thy work is done.
God called thy home with him to reign.
To sing his praise forever more.
Upon that fair celestial shore.
Sleep oh dear one, and take thy rest.
God called thy home.
He thought it best.
Dear father, thy trails are ended now
place is sealed upon thy brow, thy weary
feet no more will roam. But rest in
peace beside Gods throne.
Our Mattie
Children dear, on earth we miss them.
Miss their smiles, there well known step.
But with angels they are resting
and round- ?-watch will kept.
Farewell poor world o have done
with thee. Thy smiles I count not
nor thy frowns I fear. My debt is
paid, my head lies peaceful here.
Stop sinner and cast an eye.
I thou art young prepared to die.
Death may this moment summon thee.
Rest in peace, the Lord is my shepherd.
I've gone to be an angel, and with
the angels stand. A golden crown is
on my head, a harp within my hand.
