| Song | Hush Blessed Are The Dead |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Hush Blessed Are The Dead |
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Hush! Blessed Are The Dead
In Jesus’ Arms Who Rest,
And Lean Their Weary Head
For Ever On His Breast.
Oh Beatific Sight!
No Darkling Veil Between,
They See The Light Of Light,
Whom Here They Loved Unseen.
For Them The Wild Is Past
With All Its Toil And Care;
Its Withering Midnight Blast
Its Fiery Noonday Glare.
Ours Only Are The Tears,
Who Weep Around Their Tomb
The Light Of Bygone Years
And Shadowing Year To Come.
Their Voice, Their Touch, Their Smile,
Those Love-Springs Flowing Over
Earth For Its Little While
Shall Never Know Them More.
O Tender Hearts And True,
Our Long Last Vigil Kept,
We Weep And Mourn For You;
Nor Blame Us: Jesus Wept.
But Soon At Break Of Day
His Calm Almighty Voice,
Stronger Than Death, Shall Say,
Awake,- Arise- Rejoice.
