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- Gone, but not forgotten
- In loving memory
- To live in the hearts of those we love is never to die
- Entered into rest
- Until we meet again
- I shall but love thee better after death
- Forever in our hearts
- Always in our hearts
- At rest with God
- Rest in Peace
- Too well loved to ever be forgotten
- Asleep in Jesus
- Home with God, which is far better
- Ours for a little while, with Jesus forever
- Everlasting life through Christ
- Asleep in Christ Jesus
- Beloved of the Lord
- The song is ended, but the melody lingers on
- Rest is thine, sweet memory ours
- Sweetly sleeping
- Loving memories last forever
- Hasten, oh blessed hour of reunion
- Not lost to memory! Not lost to love! But gone to our Father’s house, above
- Step softly, a dream lies buried here
- Your love will light my way your memory will ever be with me
- What we keep in memory is ours unchanged forever
- Death is only a shadow across the path to heaven
- At the going down of the sun, and in the morning we will remember them
- He longest lives who most to others gives, himself forgetting
- May the souls of the faithful departed through the mercy of God rest in peace
- He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee
- God could not have made earthly ties so strong to break them in eternity
- Sleep undisturbed within the peaceful shrine
- Till angels wake thee with a note like thine Samuel Johnson
- No jewel is as perfect as the innocence of childhood
- Sleep, my little one, sleep
- Children are a heritage of the Lord Psalms 127: 3
- The child is the father of the man
- God’s garden has need of little flowers
- Remembering a tiny angel
- So small, so sweet, so soon
- Lord, we give you our littlest angel
- Blossomed on earth to bloom in Heaven
- For of such is the Kingdom of Heaven
- Our littlest angel who went back to Heaven
- Called by one who loves him dearly
- Let thy child rest in hope and rise in glory
- Awaiting the touch of a little hand, and the smile of a little face
- Children are the keys of paradise
- An angel visited the green earth, and took a flower away
- Her memory is enshrined in our hearts
- Her friendship was an inspiration, her love a blessing
- Resting with those she loved
- She served and kept the faith
- She walked in beauty
- 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
- She passed through glory’s morning gate and walked in paradise
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