Address to Persons Attending A Funeral by Hannah More

Ye mourners, who in silent gloom

Bear your dear kindred to the tomb,

Grudge not, when Christians go to rest;

They sleep in JESUS, and are blest.

Call then to mind their faith, their love,

Their meetness for the realms above;

And if to heaven a saint is fled,

O mourn the living, not the dead;

Weep o'er the thousands that remain,

Deep sunk in sin, or racked with pain;

Mourn your own crimes and wicked ways,

And learn to number all your days;

Gain wisdom from this mournful stone,

And make this Christian's case your own.