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1. Meet again! Met again! Words of truth, how beautiful! By a loved one sweetly
spoken. When the trembling heart is broken, How they charm the fainting soul,
How they charm the fainting souL 
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2. Meet again! Meet again! Balmy words at parting hour, When the paths of
life aiverging, We our different ways are urging, Faith in Jesus gives them
power, Faith in Jesus gives teem power, 
3. Meet again! Meet again! When we're called to weep alone. When tue grave
some fricn hath taken, These blest words shall bliss awaken, Meet again with
joys unknown. Meet again with joys, f 
4. Meet again! Meet again! Light divine the soul to cheer, When the heart
is filled with anguish, When in death the frame doth languish, Heavenly home
and friends are near, Heavenly home and. &c 
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1. We meet up-on       this lone-ly shore, Tho"ewhom     we dear- ly
love:     When shall we meet      to   part   no  more, When shall we meet
      a- boveI 
2. We meet to bid       the  sad fare-well;--To    love-to    sigh- to part;
    A- las, how    soon   the sweet-eat spell      Is   driv - en  from 
the heart! 
s. The fair - est flowers we fond-ly   love, How soon their beau-ty dies
I      But   pur - er  they  will bloom   a - bove,   In   bovora of par
- a - dise. 
4   In  that bright, hap- py  land  a - far  We'll find  the  loved, the
lost;  And nought our   hap - pi - ness  can   mar, When life's rough sea
   is crossed. 
5. There love  so pure, so   rich, so deep, Fills ev- ery    heart with joy;
  Faith shall  its full   fru- i- tion reap, For doubt can ne'er        
al-loy 
L We'll meet a - gain when storms are o'er,  The  ills  of   life  are pat;
When part- ings rend      the heart no    more, We'll meet, we'll meet at
last 
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5Pestry by Miss I. M. X.