For a Mother, Wife, Daughter, Sister

She walked in beauty. 

O, Lord I put her in thy hands. 

She had a kindly word for each and she died beloved by all. 

She lives with us in memory and will for evermore. 

May God grant you eternal rest, dear Mother. 

She concealed her tears but shared her smiles. 

God took her home, it was his will, but in our hearts she liveth still. 

God bless thee wheresoe'er thou art in his great universe today. 

She is resting peacefully with Jesus in that beautiful home above. 

Her memory is enshrined in our hearts. 

Her friendship was an inspiration, her love a blessing. 

God's greatest gift returned to God--my mother. 

She served and kept the faith. 

She passed through glory's morning gate and walked in paradise. 

Her friends were her world. 

She loved people and laughter. 

She would rather give than receive. 

God called her from among us to a home of eternal rest. 

Always loving: always loved. 

To know her was to love her. 

She gave so much and demanded so little. 

Her children arise up and call her blessed. 

A mother is a mother still, the holiest thing alive. 

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love. 

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music. 

Resting with those she loved.