Hymn for a Funeral

It is sown in corruption; it is raised in incorruption: It is sown in weakness; it is raised in power.

1 Cor. xv. 42, 43.

At length releas’d from many woes,
How sweetly dost thou sleep!
How calm and peaceful thy repose,
While Christ thy soul doth keep.

In earth’s wide field thy body now
We sow, which lifeless lies,
In sure and certain hope that thou
More glorious shalt arise.

Then rest thee in thy lowly bed,
Nor shall our hearts repine;
Thy toils and woes are finished,
A happy lot is thine.

The Bridegroom will not long delay,
The Shepherd soon will come,
And take his cherish’d lamb away
To his eternal home.

Not one of all his flock redeem’d
Will Jesus fail to bring,
Who have their Saviour’s love esteem’d
O’er every earthly thing.