Christian Worship The Pastor’s Funeral.

Father, gathered round the bier,
Aid thy weeping children here;
All our stricken hearts deplore
Loss of him we meet no more.

Tender are the rites we pay,
Pastor, o’er thy sleeping clay;
We, who late the welcome gave,
Must we bear thee to thy grave?

Earth, unto thy faithful trust,
We commit this precious dust,
There, by pain no more oppressed,
Brother, thou wilt sweetly rest.

Glorious will that morning break,
When the dead in Christ shall wake;
Joy and grief our bosoms swell,
Brother, pastor, guide, farewell.