There remains…a rest to the people of God. Hebrews 4:9
If you know where to get a good photo of Starr or Guthrie (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
Over yonder in the churchyard,
Underneath the leafy trees,
There’s a place to me most sacred,
Where dear mother rests in peace.
There we laid her ’neath the willows,
Where she calmly takes her rest,
Where the lilacs and the roses
Sweetly bloom above her breast.
And the birds are singing sweetly,
All around her quiet grave,
And the cedars cast their shadows
As above her tomb they wave.
But beyond this world of sadness,
Where we part with bitter tears,
There’s a land of joy and gladness,
With no more of cares or fears.
And dear mother’s now with Jesus,
In the peaceful
There beside the living waters
She is with the angel band.
Now our hearts are sad and lonely,
For we miss dear mother so;
But if we are only faithful,
To that happy land we’ll go.
There again we’ll meet dear mother,
And be parted nevermore;
There we’ll sing the love of Jesus,
While the ceaseless ages roll.
No more parting, no more sadness,
No more weeping, no more fears;
But in that bright land, Elysium,
Christ will wipe away all tears.