Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: O come come with me to the old church-yard
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: T Bayley
Tune: Old Church-Yard
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 227, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsO come, come with me to the old church-yard,
I well know the path thro' the soft green sward;
Friends slumber there we were wont to regard,
We'll trace out their names in the old church-yard.
O, mourn not for 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 a broken heart;
I know that the joy of life seems 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 way-worn and sad, O why then retard
The rest that I seek in the old church-yard?
Our friends linger there in sweet 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 pris'n of clay;
When Gabriel's voice and the trump of the Lord
Shall awaken the dead in the old church-yard.