Scripture Verse

He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces. Isaiah 25:8

Introduction

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Elsie J. French (1861–1952)

Words: El­sie J. French, 1903. Ap­peared in The Chris­tian Church Hym­nal, ed­it­ed by Har­vey R. Chris­tie (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: Stand­ard Pub­lish­ing, 1906), num­ber 371.

Music: Hen­ry W. Fair­bank (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Fair­bank (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Lyrics

Beyond the sound of weep­ing,
Beyond the sight of tears,
Our dear ones rest for­ev­er
Thro’ God’s eter­nal years;
Ah, sad for us who lin­ger
Where time’s slow sha­dows creep,
And wait the call that giv­eth
To His be­lov­èd sleep.

Refrain

Then rest, oh, dear one, rest thee,
Beyond our clasp, and kiss
Where hearts can feel,
Can feel no yearn­ing,
In fair­er worlds than this.
(repeat)

Where ne­ver part­ing cometh,
Nor ev­er shade of night,
Where sun nor moon is need­ed
In that all-glo­ri­ous light;
Where pain and sin are ban­ished,
And sor­row all has flown,
Where we shall see His glo­ry,
And know as we are known.

Refrain

Oh, bless­èd dead that sleep­eth,
So dream­less­ly and deep,
We would not break that slum­ber
Whose wak­ing means to weep;
But safe with Him for­ev­er,
Who wipes all tears away,
We trust our bless­èd sleep­ers,
And wait, and love and pray.

Refrain