LOSS OF FRIENDS, My God, my Father, while I stray O let him whose sorrow ... No. ... ... ... How bright these glorious spirits shine! Palms of glory Oh! what if we are Christ's For Thy dear Saint, O Lord They whose course on earth is o'er DREAD OF DEATH. O Strength and Stay upholding all creation The sun is sinking fast ... The radiant morn hath pass'd away Holy Father, cheer our way... And now, beloved Lord, Thy soul resigning ... ... 121 ... ... 140 |