There are loved ones in the glory[1]
Whose dear forms you often miss.
When you close your earthly story,
Will you join them in their bliss?
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Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by?
Is a better home awaiting
In the sky, in the sky?

In the joyous days of childhood
Of they told of wondrous love
Pointed to the dying Saviour;
Now they dwell with Him above.
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You remember songs of heaven
Which you sang with childish voice.
Do you love the hymns they taught you,
Or are songs of earth your choice?
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You can picture happy gath'rings
Round the fireside long ago,
And you think of tearful partings
When they left you here below.
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One by one their seats were emptied.
One by one they went away.
Now the family is parted.
Will it [bad word] one day?