Scripture Verse

“Don’t cry. She is not dead. She is only sleeping. Luke 8:52


Words: Ano­ny­mous, in Un­ion Hymns (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Am­eri­can Sun­day School Un­ion, 1835), num­ber 280. Death of a mo­ther.

Music: Hat­tie (Rupp) Hen­ry S. Rupp, in Hymns and Tunes (Elk­hart, In­di­ana: Men­non­ite Pub­lish­ing, 1890), page 52 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

Henry S. Rupp (1826–1898)


The bo­som where I oft have lain,
And slept my in­fant hours away,
Will ne­ver beat for me again,
For it lies dead, and wrapped in clay.

How ma­ny were the si­lent pray­ers
My mo­ther of­fered up for me;
How ma­ny were the bit­ter cares
She felt when none but God could see.

Well, she is gone, and now in Heav’n
She sings His praise, who died for her:
And to her hand a harp is giv’n,
And she’s a hea­ven­ly wor­ship­er.

O, let me think of all she said,
And all the kind ad­vice she gave;
And let me do it now she’s dead,
And sleep­ing in her low­ly grave.

And let me choose the path she chose,
And her I soon again may see,
Beyond this world of sin and woes,
With Je­sus, in eter­ni­ty.