Weep Not for a Brother Deceased

Weep not for a bro­ther de­ceased;

Our loss is his in­fi­nite gain;

A soul out of pri­son re­leased

And freed from its bo­di­ly chain;

With songs let us fol­low his flight

And mount with his spir­it above

Escaped to the man­sions of light

And lodged in the Ed­en of love.

Our bro­ther the hav­en has gained

Outflying the tem­pest and wind;

His rest he hath soon­er ob­tained

And left his com­pan­ions behind

Still tossed on a sea of dis­tress

Hard toil­ing to make the blest shore

Where all is as­sur­ance and peace

And sor­row and sin are no more.

There all the ship’s com­pa­ny meet

Who sailed with the Sav­ior be­neath

With shout­ing each oth­er they greet

And tri­umph o’er sor­row and death;

The voy­age of life’s at an end;

The mor­tal af­flict­ion is past;

The age that in Heav­en they spend

Forever and ev­er shall last.