2 We mourn for those who sin? Bound in the tempter's snare, Whom syren pleasure beckons in To prisons of despair; Whose hearts, by passions torn, Are wrecked on folly's shore;-- But why in sorrow should we mourn For those who sin no more? 3 We mourn for those who weep; Whom stern afflictions bend With anguish o'er the lowly sleep Of lover or of friend: But they to whom the sway Of pain and grief is o'er, Whose tears our God hath wiped away, O mourn for them no more! 571. L. M. W. J. Loring. "Weep not for me!" 1 Why weep for those, frail child of woe, Who've fled and left thee mourning here? Triumphant o'er their latest foe, They glory in a brighter sphere. 2 Weep not for them;--beside thee now Perhaps they watch with guardian care, And witness tears that idly flow O'er those who bliss of angels share. 3 Or round their Father's throne, above, With raptured voice his praise they sing; Or on his messages of love, They journey with unwearied wing. 4 Weep, weep no more; their voices raise The song of triumph high to God; And wouldst thou join their song of praise, Walk humbly in the path they trod. 572. S. H. M. Montgomery. Friends die, but to live again. 1 Friend after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end. Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest. 2 There is a world above, Where parting is unknown,-- A whole eternity of love And blessedness alone; And faith beholds the dying here, Translated to that happier sphere. 3 Thus, star by star declines Till all are passed away, As morning high and higher shines To pure and perfect day. Nor sink those stars in empty night-- They hide themselves in heaven's own light. 573. C. M. Anonymous. Hope of Reunion above. 1 When floating on life's troubled sea, By storms and tempests driven, Hope, with her radiant finger, points To brighter scenes in heaven. 2 She bids the storms of life to cease, The troubled breast be calm; And in the wounded heart she pours Religion's healing balm. 3 Her hallowed influence cheers life's hours Of sadness and of gloom; She guides us through this vale of tears, To joys beyond the tomb. 4 She bids the anguished heart rejoice: Though earthly ties are riven, We still may hope to meet again In yonder peaceful heaven. 574. C. M. Watts. Comfort under Bereavements. 1 Why do we mourn departed friends, Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms.