Christian Worship Death Of A Teacher.

Farewell, dear friend! a long farewell!
For we shall meet no more
Till we are raised with thee to dwell
On Zion’s happy shore.

Our friend and brother, lo! is dead!
The cold and lifeless clay
Has made in dust its silent bed,
And there it must decay.

Farewell, dear friend, again farewell,-
Soon we shall rise to thee;
And when we meet, no tongue can tell
How great our joys shall be.

No more we’ll mourn thee, parted friend,
But lift our ardent prayer,
And every thought and effort bend
To rise and join thee there.