Hymn 524
Hush! blessed are the dead
Ibukun ni f’okú
- Hush! blessed are the dead
In Jesus' arms who rest,
And lean their weary head
For ever on His breast. - Oh beatific sight!
No darkling veil between,
They see the Light of Light,
Whom here they loved unseen. - For them the wild is past
With all its toil and care;
Its withering midnight blast
Its fiery noonday glare. - Ours only are the tears,
Who weep around their tomb
The light of bygone years
And shadowing year to come. - Their voice, their touch, their smile,
Those love-springs flowing o'er ---
Earth for its little while
Shall never know them more. - O tender hearts and true,
Our long last vigil kept,
We weep and mourn for you;
Nor blame us: Jesus wept. - But soon at break of day
His calm Almighty voice,
Stronger than death, shall say,
Awake, --- arise --- rejoice. Amen.