1 Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish
O'er the grave of those you love;
Pain, and death, and night, and anguish,
Enter not the world above.
2 While our silent steps are straying,
Lonely, through night's deep'ning shade,
Glory's brightest beams are playing
Round th' immortal spirit's head.
3 Light and peace at once deriving
From the hand of God most high,
In his glorious presence living,
They shall never—never die!
4 Endless pleasure, pain excluding,
Sickness there no more can come;
There, no fear of woe intruding,
Sheds o'er heav'n a moment's gloom.
5 Now, ye mourners, cease to languish
O'er the graves of those ye love;
Far removed from pain and anguish,
They are chanting hymns above.
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