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"When mourning o'er this stone I bend
Which covers him that was my friend,
From his hand, his voice, his smile,
I am divided for a while.
Saviour, mark the tears I shed,
For Thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead."
"When mourning o'er this stone I bend
Which covers him that was my friend,
From his hand, his voice, his smile,
I am divided for a while.
Saviour, mark the tears I shed,
For Thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead."