WEEP NOT FOR THE DEAD.Jeremiah xxii. 10.Oh!weep not for the dead; they are at rest—No more shall earthly cares their minds molest;Waste not a thought on them, nor yet bemoanWho to the grave's cold heritage have gone.No sorrow know they in their narrow bed;They sin no more who slumber with the dead;They are at rest, from earth-born troubles free,—Fixed is their doom, as lies the stricken tree.Weep for yourself—for those who linger here,In pain and sadness, through the varying year;Still looking through life's vista to the close,When faith in Christ alone can bring repose.And weep for those who go to other climes,With toil and hoarding to gain gold betimes—From friends and country parted, as if noughtBut this world's fleeting wealth were worth their thought!Weep for the dead in sin—the guilty soulThat might, but yet refuses, to be whole—For him who never heard the Saviour's name,For him who, having heard, rejects the same.Oh! weep not for the dead, nor those who goInto mortality's dread depths below;But weep for those who mourn and suffer here,The slaves of sin, and all its guilty fear!
Oh!weep not for the dead; they are at rest—No more shall earthly cares their minds molest;Waste not a thought on them, nor yet bemoanWho to the grave's cold heritage have gone.No sorrow know they in their narrow bed;They sin no more who slumber with the dead;They are at rest, from earth-born troubles free,—Fixed is their doom, as lies the stricken tree.Weep for yourself—for those who linger here,In pain and sadness, through the varying year;Still looking through life's vista to the close,When faith in Christ alone can bring repose.And weep for those who go to other climes,With toil and hoarding to gain gold betimes—From friends and country parted, as if noughtBut this world's fleeting wealth were worth their thought!Weep for the dead in sin—the guilty soulThat might, but yet refuses, to be whole—For him who never heard the Saviour's name,For him who, having heard, rejects the same.Oh! weep not for the dead, nor those who goInto mortality's dread depths below;But weep for those who mourn and suffer here,The slaves of sin, and all its guilty fear!
Oh!weep not for the dead; they are at rest—No more shall earthly cares their minds molest;Waste not a thought on them, nor yet bemoanWho to the grave's cold heritage have gone.No sorrow know they in their narrow bed;They sin no more who slumber with the dead;They are at rest, from earth-born troubles free,—Fixed is their doom, as lies the stricken tree.Weep for yourself—for those who linger here,In pain and sadness, through the varying year;Still looking through life's vista to the close,When faith in Christ alone can bring repose.And weep for those who go to other climes,With toil and hoarding to gain gold betimes—From friends and country parted, as if noughtBut this world's fleeting wealth were worth their thought!Weep for the dead in sin—the guilty soulThat might, but yet refuses, to be whole—For him who never heard the Saviour's name,For him who, having heard, rejects the same.Oh! weep not for the dead, nor those who goInto mortality's dread depths below;But weep for those who mourn and suffer here,The slaves of sin, and all its guilty fear!
Oh!weep not for the dead; they are at rest—No more shall earthly cares their minds molest;Waste not a thought on them, nor yet bemoanWho to the grave's cold heritage have gone.
Oh!weep not for the dead; they are at rest—
No more shall earthly cares their minds molest;
Waste not a thought on them, nor yet bemoan
Who to the grave's cold heritage have gone.
No sorrow know they in their narrow bed;They sin no more who slumber with the dead;They are at rest, from earth-born troubles free,—Fixed is their doom, as lies the stricken tree.
No sorrow know they in their narrow bed;
They sin no more who slumber with the dead;
They are at rest, from earth-born troubles free,—
Fixed is their doom, as lies the stricken tree.
Weep for yourself—for those who linger here,In pain and sadness, through the varying year;Still looking through life's vista to the close,When faith in Christ alone can bring repose.
Weep for yourself—for those who linger here,
In pain and sadness, through the varying year;
Still looking through life's vista to the close,
When faith in Christ alone can bring repose.
And weep for those who go to other climes,With toil and hoarding to gain gold betimes—From friends and country parted, as if noughtBut this world's fleeting wealth were worth their thought!
And weep for those who go to other climes,
With toil and hoarding to gain gold betimes—
From friends and country parted, as if nought
But this world's fleeting wealth were worth their thought!
Weep for the dead in sin—the guilty soulThat might, but yet refuses, to be whole—For him who never heard the Saviour's name,For him who, having heard, rejects the same.
Weep for the dead in sin—the guilty soul
That might, but yet refuses, to be whole—
For him who never heard the Saviour's name,
For him who, having heard, rejects the same.
Oh! weep not for the dead, nor those who goInto mortality's dread depths below;But weep for those who mourn and suffer here,The slaves of sin, and all its guilty fear!
Oh! weep not for the dead, nor those who go
Into mortality's dread depths below;
But weep for those who mourn and suffer here,
The slaves of sin, and all its guilty fear!