1 Mourn not ye whose child hath found
Purer skies and holier ground;
Flowers of bright and pleasant hue,
Free from thorns and fresh with dew.
2 Mourn not ye whose child hath fled
From this region of the dead,
To yon winged angel-band,
To a better, fairer land.
3 Knowledge in that clime doth grow
Free from weeds of toil and wo,
Joys which mortals may not share;
Mourn ye not, your child is there.
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First Line: | Mourn not ye, whose child hath found |
Meter: | 7s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |
Topic: | Christian Life and Hope; The Consummation: Death and Burial |
Notes: | Source from Index: Union Hymns |