Weep not for the saint that ascends

To partake of the joys of the sky,

Weep not for the seraph that bends

With the worshiping chorus on high.

2 Weep not for the spirit now crowned

With the garland to martyrdom given,

O weep not for him; he has found

His reward and his refuge in heaven.

3 But weep for their sorrows, who stand

And lament o’er the dead by his grave—

Who sigh when they muse on the land

Of their home, far away o’er the wave.

4 And weep for the nations that dwell

Where the light of the truth never shone,

Where anthems of praise never swell,

And the love of the Lamb is unknown.

5 Weep not for the saint that ascends

To partake of the joys of the sky;

Weep not for the seraph that bends

With the worshiping chorus on high:

6 But weep for the mourners who stand

By the grave of their brother, in tears,

And weep for the people whose land

Still must wait till the day-spring appears.