And some in yonder graveyard sleep,
Beneath the ever verdant soil;
Where mortals ne’er are known to weep:
They rest from all their pain and toil;
Away from care, from sin set free,
They peaceful rest, O God, in Thee.
A few are left to struggle on,
Through dangers that beset life’s way;
To mourn that all the loved are gone,
To weep and struggle, and to pray,