Scripture Verse

The remembrance of the righteous is a blessing. Proverbs 10:7


Words: Sam­uel Burn­ham, Sab­bath Songs (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Lee & Shep­ard, 1869), page 128, alt. An­ni­ver­sa­ry Hymn.

Music: Man­da­lay Hein­rich C. Zeun­er (1795–1857) (🔊 pdf nwc). Some hym­nals show the com­pos­er as Charles Zeun­er, an al­ter­nate name for Hein­rich Zeun­er.

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


Memories of the past come swell­ing
O’er the graves of by­gone years;
Scenes of joy and sor­row tell­ing,
Sun and shadow, smiles and tears.
Merry shouts of joy and glad­ness
Ring out from the sha­dowy past,
While the mourn­ful tones of sad­ness
Wail like win­ter’s shi­ver­ing blast.

Many a loved one fond­ly cher­ished,
Calmly in the churc­hyard sleeps;
Many an orange flower has per­ished,
Many a wil­low sad­ly weeps.
Many a voice has ceased its sing­ing,
But in bright­er, fair­er skies,
Where Hea­ven’s har­mo­nies are ring­ing,
Joins that song that ne­ver dies.

Yet we feel that hov­er­ing near us,
Spirits of the saint­ed dead,
From the dim past come to cheer us,
With their guard­ian wings out­spread.
Thus do me­mo­ries come press­ing,
On the track of by­gone years:
And though sor­row came with bless­ing,
Smiles are glist­en­ing through the skies.

Bless to us past mer­cies giv­en,
Bless to us this fes­tal day,
Show us all the road to Hea­ven,
Lead us in the shin­ing way.
Just be­yond death’s nar­row ri­ver,
Heav’n’s own glo­ries on us shine;
Father! grant that there, for­ev­er,
We may sing of love di­vine.