Thy will be done. | |
Released from sorrow, sin and pain, And free from every care; By angel hands to Heaven conveyed, To rest forever there. Yet again we hope to meet him, When the day of life is fled; Then in Heaven we hope to greet him, Whee no farewell tears are shed.
H. R. Sinclair, Undertaker, 164, Kentish Town Road. |
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In Loving Memory |