rem j. m. morgan.
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Rev J. M. Morgan, Vicar of Dalton.
Peace to the dead! the honoured dead,
Whom reverent hands this day have borne
To his place of rest in the earth's cold breast,
To sleep till the Resurrection morn.
Whom reverent hands this day have borne
To his place of rest in the earth's cold breast,
To sleep till the Resurrection morn.
Peace to the dead! the reverend dead,
Whose name has been a household word,
Pastor and friend, loved to the end:
"Blest are the dead, who die in the Lord."
Whose name has been a household word,
Pastor and friend, loved to the end:
"Blest are the dead, who die in the Lord."
Peace to the dead! the blessed dead,
Whose earthly pilgrimage is o'er ,
Whose work is done, whose rest is won,
Whose barque has gained the golden shore.
Whose earthly pilgrimage is o'er ,
Whose work is done, whose rest is won,
Whose barque has gained the golden shore.
Folded in mother earth's embrace,
The dear old vicar calmly lies;
Dust to the sod, spirit to God,
Rendered until the dead arise.
The dear old vicar calmly lies;
Dust to the sod, spirit to God,
Rendered until the dead arise.
Through many changeful seasons, he,
Like a good shepherd, led his sheep;
But now the call, which comes to all,
He has obeyed, and slumbers deep.
Like a good shepherd, led his sheep;
But now the call, which comes to all,
He has obeyed, and slumbers deep.
Of tender heart, and generous hand,
He loved his flock; they loved him, too;
Who, fifty years, has shared their fears,
And all their joys and sorrows knew.
He loved his flock; they loved him, too;
Who, fifty years, has shared their fears,
And all their joys and sorrows knew.
