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If any wrong you then forgive,
 Like our Saviour on the cross:
You'll feel happier while you live,
 And in death will feel no loss.

Short, at best, is this weary life,
 We soon will go to rest;
Then let us do away with strife,
 And we'll be forever blest.

Throw aside all unkind feeling,
 'Twill only cause you pain;
And will not help you ever
 The better life to gain.

I think of you quite often,
 In sadness and in grief;
And pray God that He will soften
 And bring thy heart relief.

I feel you are worthy, brother,
 Of a happier life while here;
Your heartfelt love for mother
 Oft draws the silent tear.

When mourning in our sadness,
 For our lost mother dear,
Let us hope on in gladness,
 That we may with her appear.