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TranscriptThen cheer ye fond widow who sadly weep,
For happy are they who in Jesus sleep.
For happy are they who in Jesus sleep.
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TranscriptNow that my journey has just begun
my course so little trod
I'll stay before I further run
and give myself to God
my course so little trod
I'll stay before I further run
and give myself to God
Memorial NameHannah Botten
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Epitaphs
TranscriptUntil the day break
Memorial NameWilliam and Elizabeth Foster
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Epitaphs
TranscriptA precious one from us is gone,
A voice we loced is stilled,
A place is vacant in our home,
That never can be filled.
God in his wisdom has reca...
A voice we loced is stilled,
A place is vacant in our home,
That never can be filled.
God in his wisdom has reca...
Memorial NameCatherine Gertrude Hodges
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Epitaphs
TranscriptHe always wore a happy smile
He wore it every day
And he would cheer the hearts of those
He met upon his way
He wore it every day
And he would cheer the hearts of those
He met upon his way
Memorial NameWashington Sears
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Epitaphs
TranscriptThough gone from us, how hard to bear,
No more on Earth to roam;
Midst all our grief 'tis joy to know
He has found a better home.
No more on Earth to roam;
Midst all our grief 'tis joy to know
He has found a better home.
Memorial NameGeorge William Ross
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Epitaphs
TranscriptGood and gentle was thy lifetime,
Christ has died and set thee free,
Wait a little, dearest loved one
And we soon shall follow thee.
Christ has died and set thee free,
Wait a little, dearest loved one
And we soon shall follow thee.
Memorial NameEva Bungay
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Epitaphs
TranscriptRock of ages cleft for me
Let me hide myself in Thee
Let me hide myself in Thee
Memorial NameArthur Wright
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Epitaphs
TranscriptBrighter, Fairer, far than living
With no trace of woe or pain,
Robed in everlasting beauty
We shall meet him once again,
Far beyond this world of...
With no trace of woe or pain,
Robed in everlasting beauty
We shall meet him once again,
Far beyond this world of...
Memorial NameGeorge Arthur Scrase
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Epitaphs
Transcript" Have Pity on me my friends, at least you my friends have pity on me." Job 19.21
Memorial NameEllen Donovan
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Epitaphs
TranscriptHad He asked us, well we know,
We should cry 'O spare this blow'
Yes with streaming tears should pray
Lord we love him let him stay.
We should cry 'O spare this blow'
Yes with streaming tears should pray
Lord we love him let him stay.
Memorial NameRobert Stockdale
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Epitaphs
TranscriptA Brilliant Career Cut Short
Memorial NameErica
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Epitaphs
TranscriptO Jesus let them ever be messengers of love between our human hearts and thee
Memorial NameFrederick Collett
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Epitaphs
TranscriptWeep not for me my parents dear,
I am not dead, but sleeping here,
Tho sad my lot and short my days
I'll rise in heave to sing God's praise.
I am not dead, but sleeping here,
Tho sad my lot and short my days
I'll rise in heave to sing God's praise.
Memorial NamePhiladelphia Trenorden
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Epitaphs
TranscriptSafe in the arms of Jesus
Memorial NameMildred Joyce
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Epitaphs
TranscriptNone knows how hard it was to part.
None knows of the grief in my heard
Concealed to part with one so good.
And true, none knows but God.
None knows of the grief in my heard
Concealed to part with one so good.
And true, none knows but God.
Memorial NameRichard Burner
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Epitaphs
TranscriptFar beyond this world of changes
Far beyond this world of care
We shall find our missing loved ones
In our Father's mansion fair
Far beyond this world of care
We shall find our missing loved ones
In our Father's mansion fair
Memorial NameWilliam Redden
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Epitaphs
TranscriptThe Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away.
Blessed be the name of the Lord.
Blessed be the name of the Lord.
Memorial NameJanet Quinn
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Epitaphs
TranscriptAround his bed we silent knelt,
With hearts all crushed and sore;
While through the gloom the sweet words stole
Not Lost, but gone before.
With hearts all crushed and sore;
While through the gloom the sweet words stole
Not Lost, but gone before.
Memorial NameFrederick Whittingham