Prawfddarllenwyd y dudalen hon
A FUNERAL HYMN.
WEEP not for me, you standers by,
Which do beset me round;
For in the grave I now must lie,
Until the trumpet sound.
My life is like the dust and clay,
I must lie in the same:
My spirit hath return'd to rest,
The place from whence it came.
I am now gone for evermore,
And left you here behind;
Until the resurrection comes,
And judgment to mankind.
When Christ comes riding in the clouds,
To judge the world abroad;
Angels and Saints crying aloud,
"Rise, dead, and meet the Lord!"'
All men prepare, to God on high
Devoted Christians be;
Then we'll rejoice in Host of heav'n,
To all eternity.
