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IF DEATH MY FRIEND AND ME DIVIDE,

THOU DOST NOT, LORD, MY SORROW CHIDE,

OR FROWN MY TEARS TO SEE;

RESTRAINED FROM PASSIONATE EXCESS,

THOU BIDST ME MOURN IN CALM DISTRESS

FOR THEM THAT REST IN THEE.

I FEEL A STRONG IMMORTAL HOPE,

WHICH BEARS MY MOURNFUL SPIRIT UP

BENEATH ITS MOUNTAIN LOAD;

REDEEMED FROM DEATH, AND GRIEF, AND PAIN,

I SOON SHALL FIND MY FRIEND AGAIN

WITHIN THE ARMS OF GOD.

PASS A FEW FLEETING MOMENTS MORE

AND DEATH THE BLESSING SHALL RESTORE

WHICH DEATH HAS SNATCHED AWAY;

FOR ME THOU WILT THE SUMMONS SEND,

AND GIVE ME BACK MY PARTED FRIEND

IN THAT ETERNAL DAY.

                              -- Charles Wesley