Hymnal: Christian Psalms and Hymns
Date: 1839
Compiler: Walter Scott and Silas Leonard
Publisher/Printer: A S Tilden
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>
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Meter: 10s
Tune:
Hymn Number: 708
Page Number: 427, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsO! come, come with me to the old Church Yard,
I well know the path through 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 is good when friends depart,
To breathe kind words to the broken heart.
I know that the joy of life seem marr'd,
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, O why then retard,
The rest that I seek, in the old Church Yard?
O! weep not my friends, I am anxious to go,
To the haven of rest leaving all things below;
I am anxious to enter the mansions prepar'd
For the pious, who sleep in the old Church Yard,
I long, O! I long to join that bright band
Of glorified spirits, at Jehovah's right hand,
And there, to partake of the promised reward,
Of the saints who shall rise from the old Church Yard.