Hymn 525: Brother, thou art/ gone be-/fore us,

Ara, iwo si| waju wa lo

Hymn: 525

Meter: P.M (Irregular)

Season: Isinku

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Brother, thou art/ gone be-/fore us,
And thy saintly /soul is /flown
Where tears are wiped from /every /eye,
And /sorrow is un-/known.
From the burden/ of the /flesh,
And from /care and/ sin re/leased,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
The toilsome way thou’st /travell’d /o’er,
And hast borne the heavy load;
But Christ hath taught thy wandering feet
To reach his bless’d abode;
Thou art sleeping now, like Lazarus,
On his Father’s faithful breast,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
Sin can never taint thee now,
Nor can doubt thy faith assail;
Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ
And the Holy Spirit fail;
And there thou ’rt sure to meet the good,
Whom on earth thou lovest best,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
“Earth to earth,” and “dust to dust,”
Thus the solemn priest hath said;
So we lay the turf above thee now,
And seal thy narrow bed;
But thy spirit, brother, soars away
Among the faithful blest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
And when the Lord shall summon us
Whom thou now hast left behind,
May we, untainted by the world,
As/ sure a/ welcome/ find;
May each, like thee, de-/part in/ peace,
To be a glorious, happy guest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest. Amen.

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