Go, sufferer! calmly meet the woes Which God's own mercy bids thee bear; Go! his eternal victory share. FUNERAL HYMN. He has gone to his God; he has gone to his home; No more amid peril and error to roam; His eyes are no longer dim ; His feet will no more falter; No grief can follow him; No pang his cheek can alter. There are paleness, and weeping, and sighs below; For our faith is faint, and our tears will flow; But the harps of heaven are ringing; Glad angels come to greet him, And hymns of joy are singing, While old friends press to meet him. O! honored, beloved, to earth unconfined, Thou hast soared on high, thou hast left us behind. But our parting is not forever, We will follow thee by heaven's light, Where the grave cannot dissever The souls whom God will unite. |