Like a dear and patient Christian,
Proved our father o'er and o'er,
And we all loved him so dearly,
But the Savior loved him more.
And to Heaven he was summoned.
Where the pure and righteous dwell;
Now our dear and patient father,
We must give thee up, farewell.
Though they wept and prayed in sorrow,
That high Heaven the soul might spare,
But God saw best to call him,
>From this world of suffering and care.
As a child sinks into slumber,
As the sun sank in the west,
As the lifeless form was numbered,
To the land of peace and rest.
As we laid him in his grave yard,
Where wild flowers still may bloom,
Where birds sing and summer zephyrs
Gently breathe above the tomb.
Peaceful be they silent slumber,
Peaceful is thy grave we know,
Thou no more will join our number,
Thou no more our sorrows know.
Yet again we hope to meet thee,
When the day of life is fled,
And in Heaven with joy to greet thee,
Where no farewell tears are shed.
Contributed by ~Shirley Brier~ October 17, 2005.