Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Oh come come with me to the old church yard
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Tune: The Old Church Yard
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 058, click to see hymnal pages
Oh come, come with me to the old church yard,
I well know the path thro' the soft green award;
Friends slumber there, we were wont to regard,
We'll trace out their names in the old church yard;
Oh mourn not them, their grief is o'er,
Weep not for them, they weep no more,
For deep is their sleep, tho' cold and hard
Their pillow may be in the old church yard.
I know it seems vain when friends depart,
To breathe kind words to the broken heart;
I know that the joys of life seem marred,
When we follow our friends to the old church yard.
But were I at rest beneath yon tree,
Why should you weep dear friends for me:
I'm wayworn and sad, Oh why then retard
The rest that I seek in the old church yard.
"Our friends linger there in the sweetest repose,
Released from the world's sad bereavements and woes;
And who would not rest with the friends they regard,
In quietude sweet in the old church yard?
We'll rest in the hope of that bright day,
When beauty shall spring from the prison of clay,
When Gabriel's voice, and the trump of the Lord
Shall awaken the dead in the old church yard."
"Oh! weep not for me, I am anxious to go
To that haven of rest where tears never flow;
I fear not to enter that dark lonely ward:
For soon shall I rise from the old church yard:
Yes, soon shall I join with that heavenly band
Of glorified souls at my Saviour's right hand;
Forever to dwell in bright mansions, prepared
For the saints, who shall rise from the old church yard."