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    FUNERAL
  
  
    ANTHEM.
  
  
    Concluded.
  
    from
  
  
    their
  
  
    labors,
  
  
    from
  
  
    their
  
  
    labors
  
  
    And
  
  
    their
  
  
    works
  
  
    which
  
  
    do
  
  
    follow,
  
  
    follow,
  
  
    follow,
  
  
    which
  
  
    do
  
  
    fol-low,
  
  
    fol-low
  
  
    them,
  
  
    Which
  
  
    do
  
  
    fol
  
  
    -
  
  
    low
  
  
    them."
  
    from
  
  
    their
  
  
    labors,
  
  
    from
  
  
    their
  
  
    labors
  
  
    And
  
  
    their
  
  
    works
  
  
    which
  
  
    do
  
  
    follow,
  
  
    follow,
  
  
    follow,
  
  
    which
  
  
    do
  
  
    fol-low,
  
  
    fol-low
  
  
    them,
  
  
    Which
  
  
    do
  
  
    fol
  
  
    -
  
  
    low
  
  
    them."
  
    THE
  
  
    BLIND
  
  
    GIRL.
  
  
    C.
  
  
    M.
  
  
    D.
  
    "There
  
  
    shall
  
  
    be
  
  
    no
  
  
    night
  
  
    there;
  
  
    .
  
  
    .
  
  
    .
  
  
    neither
  
  
    light
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    sun:
  
  
    for
  
  
    the
  
  
    Lord
  
  
    God
  
  
    giveth
  
  
    them
  
  
    light.
  
  
    .
  
  
    .
  
  
    ."-Rev.
  
  
    22:
  
  
    5.
  
    J.
  
  
    M.
  
  
    and
  
  
    J.
  
  
    C.
  
  
    B.
  
  
    Key
  
  
    of
  
  
    C.
  
  
    Major.
  
    J.
  
  
    M.
  
  
    and
  
  
    J.
  
  
    C.
  
  
    Brown,
  
  
    1908.
  
    Fine.
  
  
    D.
  
  
    C.
  
  
    1.
  
  
    {
  
  
    Moth-er,
  
  
    they
  
  
    say
  
  
    the
  
  
    stars
  
  
    are
  
  
    bright,
  
  
    And
  
  
    the
  
  
    broad
  
  
    heav'ns
  
  
    are
  
  
    blue
  
  
    }
  
    I
  
  
    dream
  
  
    of
  
  
    them
  
  
    by
  
  
    day,
  
  
    by
  
  
    night,
  
  
    And
  
  
    think
  
  
    them
  
  
    all
  
  
    like
  
  
    you,
  
  
    }
  
    D.
  
  
    C.-Yet
  
  
    their
  
  
    sweet
  
  
    im
  
  
    -
  
  
    a
  
  
    -
  
  
    ges
  
    a
  
  
    -
  
  
    rise
  
  
    And
  
  
    blend
  
  
    with
  
  
    tho'ts
  
  
    of
  
  
    thee.
  
    I can
  
  
    -
  
  
    not
  
  
    touch
  
  
    the
  
  
    dis
  
  
    -
  
  
    tant
  
  
    skies,
  
  
    The
  
  
    stars
  
  
    ne'er
  
  
    speak
  
  
    to
  
  
    me.
  
    2.
  
  
    {
  
  
    I
  
  
    know
  
  
    not
  
  
    why,
  
  
    but
  
  
    of
  
  
    -
  
  
    ten
  
  
    think
  
  
    Of
  
  
    thee,
  
  
    fair
  
  
    lands
  
  
    of
  
  
    bliss;
  
    And
  
  
    when
  
  
    I
  
  
    hear
  
  
    the
  
  
    voice
  
  
    I
  
  
    dream
  
  
    That
  
  
    heav'n
  
  
    is
  
  
    like
  
  
    to
  
  
    this.
  
  
    }
  
    D.
  
  
    C.-Sweet
  
  
    pleasures
  
  
    warm
  
  
    my
  
  
    beat
  
  
    -
  
  
    ing
  
  
    heart,
  
  
    And
  
  
    this,
  
  
    I
  
  
    say,
  
  
    is
  
  
    heav'n.
  
    When
  
  
    my
  
  
    sad
  
  
    heart
  
  
    to
  
  
    thine
  
  
    is
  
  
    pressed,
  
  
    My
  
  
    fol
  
  
    -
  
  
    lies
  
  
    all
  
  
    for
  
  
    -
  
  
    giv'n,
  
    3.
  
  
    {
  
  
    O
  
  
    moth
  
  
    -
  
  
    er, will
  
  
    the
  
  
    God
  
  
    a
  
  
    -
  
  
    bove
  
  
    For-give
  
  
    my
  
  
    faults
  
  
    like
  
  
    thee?
  
    Will
  
  
    He
  
  
    be-stow
  
  
    such
  
  
    care
  
  
    and
  
  
    love
  
  
    On
  
  
    a
  
  
    blind
  
  
    girl
  
  
    like
  
  
    me?
  
  
    }
  
    D.
  
  
    C.-Lead
  
  
    thy
  
  
    blind
  
  
    daughter
  
  
    to
  
    the
  
  
    throne
  
  
    And
  
  
    stay
  
  
    in
  
  
    yon
  
  
    -
  
  
    der
  
  
    sky.
  
    Dear
  
  
    moth - er,
  
  
    leave
  
  
    me
  
  
    not
  
  
    a
  
  
    -
  
  
    lone,
  
  
    Go
  
  
    with
  
  
    me
  
  
    when
  
  
    I
  
  
    die;
  
    This
  
  
    tune
  
  
    was
  
  
    first
  
  
    published
  
  
    in
  
  
    the
  
  
    Union
  
  
    Harp
  
  
    and
  
  
    History
  
  
    of
  
  
    Songs,
  
  
    compiled
  
  
    by
  
  
    J.
  
  
    S.
  
  
    James
  
  
    in
  
  
    1909
  
  
    (see
  
  
    page
  
  
    121.)
  
  
    J.
  
  
    C.
  
  
    and
  
  
    J.
  
  
    M.
  
  
    Brown
  
  
    are
  
  
    the
  
  
    sons
  
  
    of
  
    S.
  
  
    M.
  
  
    Brown,
  
  
    who
  
  
    composed
  
  
    some
  
  
    tunes
  
  
    in
  
  
    this
  
  
    book
  
  
    before
  
  
    its
  
  
    revision
  
  
    in
  
  
    1869.
  
  
    The
  
  
    Messrs.
  
  
    Brown
  
  
    are
  
  
    well
  
  
    up
  
  
    in
  
  
    music
  
  
    and
  
  
    live
  
  
    at
  
  
    this
  
  
    date,
  
  
    1911,
  
  
    at
  
  
    Buchanan,
  
  
    G: