Weep not for him, mother

1 Weep not for him, mother,
Weep not for thy boy,
He sleepeth in Jesus
'Mid bright heav'nly joy.
Weep not tho' the clods
Grow over his breast,
For immortal he reigns
In the land of the blest.

2 Weep not for him, father,
Tho' he was thy stay,
And tho' in the silence
He's crumbling to clay;
For God is all-wise,
His decrees are all just,
Tho' our idols he breaks,
And they turn into dust.

3 Weep not for him, sister,
Tho' forth from thy sight
His form hath departed
To Heaven's own light.
Tho' his dear voice is hushed
In the low, quiet grave,
Yet it joineth above,
'Mid hosannas of praise.

4 Weep not for him, brother,
Tho' he ne'er again
Will join in thy play,
Or will soothe all thy pain;
But live so to meet.
When life's toil is o'er,
Thy brother who waits
On the bright shining shore.

Source: The Silver Chime: a cluster of Sabbath school melodies, tunes, sentences, chants, etc., for the use of children and teachers in their school exercises, devotions, and recreations, to which is added... #75