- 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.