who died in Gorham,
Me., Feb. 5 th, 1853, aged 27 years. HHHH 76.1
He sleeps in Jesus-peaceful rest-
No mortal strife invades his breast;
No pain, or sin, or woe or care,
Can reach the silent slumberer there. HHHH 76.2
He lived, his Saviour to adore,
And meekly all his sufferings bore.
He loved, and all resigned to God;
Nor murmured at his chastening rod. HHHH 76.3
“Does earth attract thee here?” they cried,
The dying Christian thus replied,
While pointing upward to the sky:
“My treasure is laid up on high.” HHHH 76.4
He sleeps in Jesus-soon to rise,
When the last trump shall rend the skies;
Then burst the fetters of the tomb,
To wake to full, immortal bloom, HHHH 76.5
He sleeps in Jesus-cease thy grief;
Let this afford thee sweet relief-
That, freed from death’s triumphant reign,
In Heaven he will live again. HHHH 76.6