405. The Christian’s Burial

Brother, though from yonder sky
Cometh neither voice nor cry,
Yet we know for thee to-day
Every pain hath passed away.

Not for thee shall tears be given,
Child of God, and heir of heaven;
For he gave thee sweet release;
Thine the Christian’s death of peace.

Well we know thy living faith
Had the power to conquer death;
As a living rose may bloom
By the border of the tomb.

Brother, in that solemn trust,
We commend thy dust to dust;
In that faith we wait, till, risen,
Thou shalt meet us all in heaven.

While we weep as Jesus wept,
Thou shalt sleep as Jesus slept;
Then with Jesus thou shalt rest,
Crowned, and glorified, and blest.

Text Information
First Line: Brother, though from yonder sky
Title: The Christian’s Burial
Author: J. H. Bancroft
Meter: 7s. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1866
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