1 Let no hopeless tears be shed,
Holy is this narrow bead.
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.
2 Death eternal life bestows,
Open heaven's portal throws.
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.
3 And no peril waits at last,
Him who now away hath past.
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.
4 Not salvation hardly won,
Not the meed for race well run:
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.
5 But the pity of the Lord,
Give His child a full reward;
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.
6 Grants the prize without the course,
Crowns, without the battle's force.
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.
7 Christ, when this sad life is done,
Join to us Thy little one.
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.
8 And in Thy own tender love,
Bring us to the ranks above.
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.
Amen.
The Hymnal: revised and enlarged as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892
First Line: | Let no hopeless tears be shed |
Translator: | Richard Frederick Littledale (1865) |
Author: | Anonymous |
Meter: | 7.7 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |