The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well
The night of death draws near.
We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds to rest;
So death will soon disrobe us all
Of what we've here possessed.
Lord, keep us all this night,
Secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.
And if we early rise,
And view the unwearied sun,
May we set out to win the prize
And after glory run.
And when our days are past,
And we from time remove,
may we in thy bosom rest,
The bosom of thy love. Writings of the Late Elder John Leland, 1845
The Covid_19 Pandemic continues to pose health risks to any gathering, public or private. It is for that reason facial masks will be required for entrance into the funeral home.
Thank you in advance.
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