"Thou art gone to thy rest, brother!
Thy toils and cares are o'er;
And sorrow, pain, and suff'ring now
Shall ne'er distress thee more.
"Thou art gone to thy rest, brother!
Death had no sting for thee,
Thy dear Redeemer's might hath gain'd
For thee the victory."—O. P.
"Just as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee,—
O Lamb of God, I come!
"Just as I am, Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down,
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,—
O Lamb of God, I come!"
"Take comfort, Christians, not as those
To whom no hope is giv'n,
Death is the messenger of peace,
And calls the soul to heav'n.
"As Jesus died and rose again
Victorious from the dead;
So his disciples rise and reign,
With their triumphant Head.
