HYMN FOR THE DEAD.

Help, Lord, for the godly man ceaseth.

1. SOLO.

So, from the earth, the godly go!

Help, Lord, the faithful fail!

Ah, who are left to thee below,

Ah, what to soothe our sorrow’s flow,

Save the bright hope that calms our wo,

As, o’er the dead, we wail!

2. TRIO.

’Tis o’er the early dead we weep;

But peaceful is their hallow’d sleep;

And, Saviour, when thy light they see,

When from the dust they rise to thee,

How glorious shall their waking be!

3. CHORUS.

Blest leader of the bright array,

That yet shall break their cerements dread,

And change their cold corrupted clay,

To rise, undying, from the dead;

Be thou our helper, and our stay,

When comes creation’s final day,

When roll the parching skies away,

And loud the archangel trumpets ring!

That such our triumph-song may be,

As rapt, we rise to life and thee,

Oh grave where is thy victory,

Where, Spoiler, is thy sting!