The Beautiful Dead.
To be sung on taking leave of the Dead.
T. F. GOODRICH.
1. Gently fold the pallid hands,
Death has closed the eyelids now;
She is resting with her Savior,
She has joined the angel band.
Sweetly rests the beautiful dead,
Sweetly rest the beautiful dead,
Sweetly rests the beautiful dead who die with the Lord.
2. Softly smooth the marble brow,
Take one look, the last on earth;
Murmur not, for 'twas the Master,
And he doeth all things well.
3. Hushed the voice, 'tis stilled in death,
Sweetly sleeps the peaceful dead;
Oh, how lonely, oh how lonely,
Now she's gone from out our midst.
4. Gently bear her form away
To the confines of the tomb;
She'll be waiting over yonder,
In that land of perfect day.