Epitaphs

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        Anon
Sleep, my little one, sleep               Harrington
Children are a heritage of the Lord          Psalms 127: 3
The child is the father of the man          Wordsworth
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   E. Field
Children are the keys of paradise      R. H. Stoddard
An angel visited the green earth, and took a flower away Longfellow

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