O My Father Text: Eliza R. Snow, 1804-1887 Music: James McGranahan, 1840-1907 1. O my Father, thou that dwellest In the high and glorious place, When shall I regain thy presence And again behold thy face? In thy holy habitation, Did my spirit once reside? In my first primeval childhood Was I nurtured near thy side? 2. For a wise and glorious purpose Thou hast placed me here on earth And withheld the recollection Of my former friends and birth; Yet ofttimes a secret something Whispered, "You're a stranger here," And I felt that I had wandered From a more exalted sphere. 3. I had learned to call thee Father, Thru thy Spirit from on high, But, until the key of knowledge Was restored, I knew not why. In the heav'ns are parents single? No, the thought makes reason stare! Truth is reason; truth eternal Tells me I've a mother there. 4. When I leave this frail existence, When I lay this mortal by, Father, Mother, may I meet you In your royal courts on high? Then, at length, when I've completed All you sent me forth to do, With your mutual approbation Let me come and dwell with you.

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Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away to the next room I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was. All, is well.