#739We Would Not Weep

Dear as thou wert, and just-ly dear, We would not weep for thee; One thought shall check the start-ing tear, It is that thou art free. And thus we mourn-ing mor-tals here, The lim-it of our woe; Why should we give one need-less tear, Or heave one use-less sigh?

We would not call thee from the verge Of that ce-les-tial shore; We would not drag thee back to urge The toil-some jour-ney o'er. And thus we mourn-ing mor-tals here, The lim-it of our woe; Why should we give one need-less tear, Or heave one use-less sigh?

Rest, spir-it, rest! 'twas God who gave, And God who took a-way; And when this fleet-ing life is o'er, We hope to meet thee there. And thus we mourn-ing mor-tals here, The lim-it of our woe; Why should we give one need-less tear, Or heave one use-less sigh?