By A Collection of Hymns

      8s.
      1 REJOICE for a brother deceased,
      Our loss is his infinite gain;
      A soul out of prison released,
      And freed from its bodily chain;
      With songs let us follow his flight,
      And mount with his spirit above,
      Escaped to the mansions of light,
      And lodged in the Eden of love.

      2 Our brother the haven hath gained,
      Out-flying the tempest and wind,
      His rest he hath sooner obtained,
      And left his companions behind,
      Still tossed on a sea of distress,
      Hard toiling to make the blest shore,
      Where all is assurance and peace,
      And sorrow and sin are no more.

      3 There all the ship's company meet
      Who sailed with the Saviour beneath;
      With shouting each other they greet,
      And triumph o'er trouble and death:
      The voyage of life's at an end,
      The mortal affliction is past;
      The age that in heaven they spend,
      For ever and ever shall last.