Brother, through from yonder sky
Cometh neither voice nor cry,
Yet we know from thee today
Every pain has passed away.
Brother, in that solemn trust
We commend thee dust to dust,
In that faith we wait 'till risen,
Thou shalt meet us all in heaven.
3. Readings from the Scripture: Extracts from the Book of
Job.
Rev. Horatio Stebbins.