Funeral Hymn.

"Man dieth and wasteth away,         And where is he?"--Hark! from the skies     I hear a voice answer and say,         "The spirit of man never dies:     His body, which came from the earth,         Must mingle again with the sod;     But his soul, which in heaven had birth,         Returns to the bosom of God."     No terror has death, or the grave,         To those who believe in the Lord--     We know the Redeemer can save,         And lean on the faith of his word;     While ashes to ashes, and dust         We give unto dust, in our gloom,     The light of salvation, we trust,         Is hung like a lamp in the tomb.     The sky will be burnt as a scroll--         The earth, wrapped in flames, will expire;     But, freed from all shackles, the soul         Will rise in the midst of the fire.     Then, brothers, mourn not for the dead,         Who rest from their labors, forgiven;     Learn this from your Bible instead,         The grave is the gateway to heaven.     O Lord God Almighty! to Thee         We turn as our solace above;     The waters may fail from the sea,         But not from thy fountains of love:     Oh, teach us Thy will to obey,         And sing with one heart and accord,     "He gave and he taketh away,         And praised be the name of the Lord!"