The Old Church Yard

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Come with me to the old church yard
I know its path so well
Let’s all sit down under the pines
There’s where my loved ones dwell

Don’t weep for them they’re troubles are over
Although sometimes it’s hard
They’re asleep in the Savior’s care
At rest in the old church yard

When I’m laid to rest beneath the trees
From sorrow then retire
I’ll rest in hope of that bright morn
I’ll awake in the old church yard

Don’t weep for me I’m longing to go
The rest is my reward
I’ll arise with the ones I love
Arise in the old church yard

Come with me to the old church yard
I know its path so well
Let’s all kneel down and have a prayer
For there soon I will dwell