O we have lost a precious flow’r,
Just in full bloom he died;
In death he had no fear, we know,
Because he told us so.


He believed in God, believed in prayer,
Oh Jesus heal our broken hearts;
Prepare us all in heav’n to meet,
Where we shall never part.

Our fam’ly circle’s broken now,
That voice we loved is stilled;
A place is vacant in our home
That never can be filled.


In God’s eternal city fair,
Where death can never come;
In His own time He’ll call us there,
To dwell at home, sweet home.


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