Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By The Martyr of Antioch (1821). Funeral Hymn (“Brother! thou art gone”)Henry Hart Milman (1791–1868)
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And thy saintly soul is flown,
Where the tear is wiped away,
And the sigh of grief unknown;
From the burden of the flesh,
And from care and fear released,
Where the wicked cease from troubling
And the weary are at rest.
Thou hast borne the heavy load;
But the Christ has taught thy feet
How to reach His blest abode;
Now thou sleep’st like Lazarus
Carried to his Father’s breast;
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
Doubt, no more thy faith assail;
Nor thy trust in Jesus Christ
And the Holy Spirit fail:
There thou’rt sure to meet the good
Whom on earth thou loved’st the best,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
Now the solemn priest has said;
So we lay the turf above thee
And we seal thy narrow bed;
But thy spirit, brother, soareth,
Free among the faithful blest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
Here in sadness left behind,
O may we,—as pure from evil,—
As secure a welcome find;—
Each like thee depart in peace,
There to be a glorious guest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.