Scripture Verse

He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces. Isaiah 25:8


Words: El­sie J. French, 1903. Ap­peared in The Chris­tian Church Hym­nal, ed­it­ed by Har­vey R. Chris­tie (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: Stand­ard Pub­lish­ing, 1906), num­ber 371.

Music: Hen­ry W. Fair­bank (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of French or Fair­bank (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?


Beyond the sound of weeping,
Beyond the sight of tears,
Our dear ones rest forever
Thro’ God’s eternal years;
Ah, sad for us who linger
Where time’s slow shadows creep,
And wait the call that giveth
To His belovèd sleep.


Then rest, oh, dear one, rest thee,
Beyond our clasp, and kiss
Where hearts can feel,
Can feel no yearning,
In fairer worlds than this.

Where never parting cometh,
Nor ever shade of night,
Where sun nor moon is needed
In that all-glorious light;
Where pain and sin are banished,
And sorrow all has flown,
Where we shall see His glory,
And know as we are known.


Oh, blessèd dead that sleepeth,
So dreamlessly and deep,
We would not break that slumber
Whose waking means to weep;
But safe with Him forever,
Who wipes all tears away,
We trust our blessèd sleepers,
And wait, and love and pray.