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Gwinnett Place 8,9

By Steve Brett

Key
G major
Type
Folk hymn
Time signature
4
4
Composed
2023
Text
The Social Harp, 1849

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Description

Written in memory of Lydia Lewallen, February 2023.

Text

  1. My buried friends can I forget?
    Or must the grave eternal sever?
    They linger in my memory yet,
    And in my heart they'll live forever.They loved me once with love sincere,
    And never did their love deceive me;
    But often in my conflicts here,
    They rallied quickly to relieve me.

  2. I fain would weep– but what of tears?
    No tears of mine could e'er recall them;
    Nor would I wish that grov'ling cares,
    No cares like mine, should e'er befall them.They rest in realms of light and love,
    They dwell upon the Mount of Glory;
    They bask in beams of bliss above,
    And shout to tell their happy story.
  3. I heard them bid the world adieu;
    I saw them on the rolling billow;
    Their far-off home appeared in view,
    While yet they press'd a dying pillow.I heard the parting pilgrim tell,
    While passing Jordan's stormy river,
    "Adieu to earth for all is well;
    Now all is well with me forever."
  4. O how I long to join their wing,
    And range their fields of blooming flowers!
    Come, holy watchers, come and bring
    A mourner to your blissful bowers.I'd speed with rapture on my way,
    Nor would I pause at Jordan's river;
    With songs I'd enter endless day,
    And live with my loved friends forever.