#564THOUGH NATURE WEEPS

Though nature weeps o'er her children sleeping, The church triumphant for joy, For death is but the golden gate Which leads to endless joy.

The living know that weary sorrow, Of mortal flesh at dissolution; Yet in our hearty tears of, We find the sweet consolation.

Then let me learn, the word of breath; God's purpose cannot fail; We'll all be bound again, No storm can death assail.

For death from life, the soul of breath, God's purpose cannot fail; Our loved ones have peace and rest, Beyond the gloomy veil.