Sequences, Hymns, and Other Ecclesiastical Verses By the Rev. J. M. Neale |
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At a Funeral.
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At a Funeral.
Why march ye forth with hymn and chant,
Ye veteran soldiers jubilant,
As though ye went to lay to rest
Some warrior that had done his best?
—Because we do but travel o'er
The road the Victor trod before;
Himself knows well the way we go:
The Son of Man is Lord also
Of the grave-path.
Ye veteran soldiers jubilant,
As though ye went to lay to rest
Some warrior that had done his best?
—Because we do but travel o'er
The road the Victor trod before;
Himself knows well the way we go:
The Son of Man is Lord also
Of the grave-path.
Commit your loved one to the surge,
Without a wail, without a dirge?
To the wild waves' perpetual swell,
To depths where monstrous creatures dwell?
—Yes; for we lay him but to sleep
Where those blest Feet have calmed the deep:
Little we reck its ebb and flow:
The Son of Man is Lord also
Of the Ocean.
Without a wail, without a dirge?
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To depths where monstrous creatures dwell?
—Yes; for we lay him but to sleep
Where those blest Feet have calmed the deep:
Little we reck its ebb and flow:
The Son of Man is Lord also
Of the Ocean.
Leave him with thousand corpses round,
Thus buried in unhallowed ground,
Interred in that same scene of strife
Where man and steed gasped out their life?
—Yes: for our King and Captain boasts
His own elect, His glorious hosts;
His Victors, crowned o'er many a foe:
The Son of Man is Lord also
Of the Battle.
Thus buried in unhallowed ground,
Interred in that same scene of strife
Where man and steed gasped out their life?
—Yes: for our King and Captain boasts
His own elect, His glorious hosts;
His Victors, crowned o'er many a foe:
The Son of Man is Lord also
Of the Battle.
Why, as across the dewy grass,
Ye through the evening Church-yard pass,
Why welcome in your bells a guest,
With chimings, not of woe, but rest?
—Where'er their twilight warblings steal,
We do but ring a Sabbath peal;
And, till the glorious Sunday glow,
The Son of Man is Lord also
Of the Sabbath.
Ye through the evening Church-yard pass,
Why welcome in your bells a guest,
With chimings, not of woe, but rest?
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We do but ring a Sabbath peal;
And, till the glorious Sunday glow,
The Son of Man is Lord also
Of the Sabbath.
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