Yes, thou art still. No earthly voice
Can rouse thee from thy pulseless calm,
The heart once weighed with many a cross
Has changed its sorrows for a psalm.
Can rouse thee from thy pulseless calm,
The heart once weighed with many a cross
Has changed its sorrows for a psalm.
They are not here, the soul has left
But the frail house of its abode,
The fires are quenched the hearth bereft
That once with warmth and beauty glowed.
But the frail house of its abode,
The fires are quenched the hearth bereft
That once with warmth and beauty glowed.
Through the dim windows, curtained now,
Once an ethereal spirit shone;
On the pale rigid cheek and brow
The blushing rose of health has blown.
Once an ethereal spirit shone;
On the pale rigid cheek and brow
The blushing rose of health has blown.
The mind dwells not within its walls
Nor knows its desolate decay
But far beyond death's lonely halls
It revels in eternal day.
Nor knows its desolate decay
But far beyond death's lonely halls
It revels in eternal day.
The heart that oft unsatisfied
Throbbed with a longing unexpressed,
Freed when the quaking mortal died,
Has found the Christian's peaceful rest.
Throbbed with a longing unexpressed,
Freed when the quaking mortal died,
Has found the Christian's peaceful rest.
When on a lonely coffin lid
You hear the heavy clods descend,
And "dust to dust" is sadly said
Above the ashes of a friend;
You hear the heavy clods descend,
And "dust to dust" is sadly said
Above the ashes of a friend;
Oh, do not mourn in mute despair!
Death cannot break love's silent power;
The hidden bud we nourish here
In Heaven has bloomed a perfect flower.
Death cannot break love's silent power;
The hidden bud we nourish here
In Heaven has bloomed a perfect flower.
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