Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1848
Compiler: S W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee
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Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: 12s and 11s
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Hymn Number: 78
Page Number: 105, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsWhere are the fathers who guided our youth,
Where are they gone, where are they gone?
They taught us the lessons of wisdom and truth,
Where are they gone, are they gone?
They're gone from this low ground of sorrow and pain,
They're gone from earth's pleasure so fleeting and vain;
But say, oh! say, shall we meet them again?
Where are thy gone, are they gone?
Where are the lovely - our fond heart's delight,
Where are they gone, where are they gone?
They've left this lone valley of canker and blight,
Where are they gone, are they gone?
Sad memory treasures each fond look and tone,
Each kind word and token. Alone, all alone,
Affection remembers. Where are they gone,
Where are they gone, are they gone?
They've gone to the land where all mourners have rest,
There they are gone, there they are gone;
They've gone to the land, where all true hearts are blest,
There they are gone, they are gone:
They've gone to enjoy their reward evermore,
There they are gone, they are gone.