1 Not for the dead in Christ we weep;
Their sorrows now are o'er'
The sea is clam, the tempest past,
On that eternal shore.
2 Their peace is seal'd, their rest is sure,
Within that better home;
A while we weep and linger here,
Then follow to the tomb.
3 And though no vision'd dream of bliss
Nor trance of rapture show
Where, on the bosom of their God,
They rest from human woe;
4 Jesus! our shadowy path illume,
And teach the chasten'd mind
To welcome all that's left of good,
To all that's lost resign'd.
Source: Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America #261