Christian Worship Blessedness Of The Pious Dead.

O, stay thy tears; for they are blest,
Whose days are past, whose toil is done:
Here midnight care disturbs our rest;
Here sorrow dims the noonday sun.

How blest are they whose transient years
Pass like an evening meteor’s flight!
Not dark with guilt, nor dim with tears;
Whose course is short, unclouded, bright.

O, cheerless were our lengthened way;
But Heaven’s own light dispels the gloom,
Streams downward from eternal day,
And casts a glory round the tomb.

O, stay thy tears: the blest above
Have hailed a spirit’s heavenly birth,
And sung a song of joy and love;
Then why should anguish reign on earth?