Zion's Noblest Sons Are Weeping
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Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns, for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, 1841
Hymn 295 8 7 8 7 D 1. Zion's noblest sons are weeping; See her daughters, bathed in tears, Where the Patriarch is sleeping, Nature's sleep—the sleep of years. Hushed is every note of gladness— Ev'ry minstrel's bow's full low— Ev'ry heart, is tuned to sadness— Ev'ry bosom feels the blow. 2. Zion's children loved him dearly; Zion was his daily care: That his loss is felt sincerely, Thousand weeping saints declare; Thousands, who have shared his blessing Thousands, whom his service blessed, By his faith and pray'rs suppressing Evils, which their lives opprest. 3. Faith and works most sweetly blended, Proved his steadfast heart sincere; And the power of God attended His official labors, here, Long, he stemmed the pow'rs of darkness Like an anchor in the flood: Like an oak amid the tempest, Bold and fearlessly he stood. 4. Years have witnessed his devotions, By the love of God inspired; When his spirit's pure emotions, Were with holy ardor fired. Oft, he wept for suff'ring Zion— All her sorrows were his own: When she passed thro' grievous trials, Her oppression weighed him down. 5. Now he's gone; we'd not recall him From a paradise of bliss, Where no evil can befall him; To a changing world like this. His loved name, will never perish, Nor his mem'ry crown the dust; For the saints of God will cherish The remembrance of the just. 6. Faith's sweet voice of consolation, Soothes our grief: His spirit's flown Upward to a holier station, Nearer the celestial throne; There to plead the cause of Zion, In the council of the just— In the court, the saints rely on, Pending causes to adjust. 7. Though his earthly part is sleeping Lowly, 'neath the prairie sod; Soon the grave will yield its keeping— Yield to life, the man of God. When the heav'ns and earth are shaken— When all things shall be restored— When the trump of God shall waken Those that sleep in Christ the Lord.