Come, My Brethren

Come

my breth­ren

let us try

For a lit­tle sea­son;

Every bur­den to lay by

Come and let us rea­son.

What is this that casts you down

What is this that grieves you?

Speak and let the worst be known

Speaking may re­lieve you.

Think on what your Sav­ior bore

In the gloo­my garden;

Sweating blood from ev­ery pore

Crying

O My Fa­ther.

See Him nailèd to the tree

Bleeding

groan­ing

dy­ing;

See

He suf­fered this for you

Therefore be be­liev­ing.

Joseph took His bo­dy down

Shrouded it in lin­en;

Laid it in the si­lent tomb

And re­turn­èd mourn­ing.

Soon He ris­es from the tomb

Angels fly from glo­ry;

O what glo­ry shone around

Hallelujah

glo­ry!

Brethren

don’t you feel the flame?

Sisters

don’t you love Him?

Let us join to praise His name;

Let us nev­er grieve Him.

Soon we’ll meet to part no more

Soon we’ll be in Heav­en;

There to join with those ab­ove

And for­ev­er praise Him.