Shed not a tear o’er your friend’s ear­ly bier,
When I am gone—when I am gone—
Smile when the slow toll­ing bell you shall hear—
When I am gone—when I am gone—
Weep not for me when you stand round my grave,
Think who has died His be­lov­èd to save,
Think of the crown all the ran­somed shall have,
When I am gone—when I am gone.

Shed not a tear when you stand round my grave—
When I am gone—when I am gone—
Sing a sweet song un­to Him who doth save,
When I am gone—when I am gone—
Sing to the Lamb who on earth once was slain,
Sing to the Lamb who in Hea­ven doth reign,
Sing till the world shall be filled with His name,
When I am gone—when I am gone.

Plant ye a tree which may wave ov­er me—
When I am gone—when I am gone—
Sing ye a song when my grave you shall see:
When I am gone—when I am gone—
Come at the close of a bright sum­mer’s day,
Come when the sun sheds his last lin­ger­ing ray,
Come, and re­joice that I thus passed away,
When I am gone—when I am gone.

Plant ye a rose that may bloom o’er my bed—
When I am gone—when I am gone—
Breathe not a sigh for the blest ear­ly dead—
When I am gone—when I am gone—
Praise ye the Lord that I’m freed from all care;
Serve ye the Lord that my bliss you may share;
Look up on high and be­lieve I am there;
When I am gone—when I am gone.