1 Ye christian parents dry your tears,
O why should they be shed!
This may solace your cares and fears,
Jesus will raise the dead.

2 Your infants laid into the earth,
Which grieves you to the heart;
A short time they survive their birth,
Until they must depart.

3 Your tender branches torn away,
To wither in their bloom;
But look ye forward to the day,
When Christ the Lord shall come.

4 Then shall your children be restor'd;
And never die again:
But live and dwell with Christ the Lord,
And freed from death and pain.

5 Then shall their bodies be renew'd
And like the Saviour's shine;
Consisting not of flesh and blood,
But heav'nly and divine.

6 How happy will your meeting be
Before the Saviour's face,
Where your dear children you shall see,
In heav'n, that happy place.