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Henry Hart Milman 17911868Burial Hymn
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And thy saintly soul is flown
Where tears are wip’d from every eye,
And sorrow is unknown.
From the burden of the flesh,
And from care and sin releas’d,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
And hast borne the heavy load;
But Christ hath taught thy wandering feet
To reach his bless’d abode;
Thou ’rt sleeping now, like Lazarus,
On his Father’s faithful breast,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
Nor can doubt thy faith assail;
Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ
And the Holy Spirit fail;
And there thou ’rt sure to meet the good,
Whom on earth thou lovest best,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
Thus the solemn priest hath said;
So we lay the turf above thee now,
And seal thy narrow bed;
But thy spirit, brother, soars away
Among the faithful blest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
Whom thou now hast left behind,
May we, untainted by the world,
As sure a welcome find;
May each, like thee, depart in peace,
To be a glorious, happy guest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.