Come, ye mourners, cease to languish O'er the grave of those you love; Pain, and death, and night, and anguish, Enter not the world above. While our silent steps are straying, Lonely through night's deep'ning shade, Glory's brightest beams are playing Round the happy Christian's head. Light and peace at once deriving From the hand of God most high, In his glor'ous presence living, They shall never, never die.