Classic Poem

Death is the servant of your Lord,
Ye saints, why should ye weep?
Lord Jesus tells you in his word,
That death, in him, is sleep.

Are your dear friends or kindred gone
To sing before the throne?
And are you left on earth to mourn,
To mourn your loss alone?

Weep for your loss, but not for them,
Nor mourn your loss too long;
Their place and yours will be the same
'Midst yon celestial throng.

Your loss is their eternal gain,
And all things work for good
While we rejoice in Jesus slain,
And humbly walk with God.

The Lord will wipe the tears away
Of those who weep for sin;
And sorrow, sadness, or dismay,
Will not in heav'n be seen.

The saints, who mourn the heavy loss
Of dear relations gone,
Though they on earth endure the cross,
In heav'n shall wear the crown.

Soon on the everlasting plains
Our golden harps will sound
To high, celestial, thankful strains,
Through one eternal round.