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 Fairbank (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
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.
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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.
(repeat)
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.
Refrain
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.
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