Funeral Hymn.

“Man dieth and wasteth away,

And where is he?” — Hark! from the skies

I hear a voice answer and say,

“The spirit of man never dies:

His body, which came from the earth,

Must mingle again with the sod;

But his soul, which in heaven had birth,

Returns to the bosom of God.”

No terror has death, or the grave,

To those who believe in the Lord —

We know the Redeemer can save,

And lean on the faith of his word;

While ashes to ashes, and dust

We give unto dust, in our gloom,

The light of salvation, we trust,

Is hung like a lamp in the tomb.

The sky will be burnt as a scroll —

The earth, wrapped in flames, will expire;

But, freed from all shackles, the soul

Will rise in the midst of the fire.

Then, brothers, mourn not for the dead,

Who rest from their labors, forgiven;

Learn this from your Bible instead,

The grave is the gateway to heaven.

O Lord God Almighty! to Thee

We turn as our solace above;

The waters may fail from the sea,

But not from thy fountains of love:

Oh, teach us Thy will to obey,

And sing with one heart and accord,

“He gave and he taketh away,

And praised be the name of the Lord!”