1 Farewell, brother! deep and lowly,
Rest thee on thy bed of clay;
Kindred spirits, angels holy,
Bore thy heavenward soul away.
2 Sad we gave thee to the number,
Laid in yonder icy halls;
And shove thy peaceful slumber,
Many a shower of sorrow falls.
3 Hear our prayer, O God of glory,
Lowly breathed in sorrow's song;
Bleeding hearts He bare before thee,
Come, in holy trust made strong!
4 Hark! a voice moves nearer, stronger,
From the shadowy land we dread;
Mortals! mortals! seek no longer,
Those that live among the dead."
5 Farewell, brother! soon we'll meet thee,
Where no cloud of sorrow rolls;
For glad tidings float, how sweetly,
From the glorious land of souls.
6 Death's cold gloom now parts asunder,
Lo! the folding shades are gone;
Mourner, upward! yonder, yonder!
God's broad day comes pouring on.
Source: Kind Words: a new collection of hymns and tunes for sunday schools and the social circle #17