1 Tenderly lay her to rest ‘neath the sod;
Angels, look lovingly down!
But the fair spirit hath flown to her God—
Gone to receive a bright crown;
In the fair fields of the blessed to roam,
Singing with angels so fair;
Dwelling with Christ in his beautiful home,
All its bright splendor to share.
2 Why should we linger to weep round the tomb?
Sorrow shall vex her no more;
Never a shadow of trouble or gloom
Reaches yon heavenly shore.
There with the glorified spirits to reign
Thro’ the bright ages above;
Free from all sorrow and sickness and pain,
Resting in heavenly love.
3 Safe in the arms of her Savior she lies—
Wonderful peace to her giv’n!
In that blest mansion the soul never dies;
Still we may love her in heav’n.
Feelingly near us her spirit shall be,
Tenderly whispering, “Come!”
Then at the portals our dear one we’ll see,
Lovingly guiding us home.
Display Title: Tenderly Lay Her to RestFirst Line: Tenderly lay her to rest 'neath the sodTune Title: [Tenderly lay her to rest 'neath the sod]Author: Clara M. Brooks; A. S. K.Date: 1918Subject: Funeral |