Oh Weep Not o’er Thy Children’s Tomb

Oh weep not o’er thy child­ren’s tomb

Oh Ra­chel

weep not so!

The bud is cropped by mar­tyr­dom

The flow­er in Heav’n shall blow! *

Firstlings of faith! the mur­der­er’s knife

Has missed its dead­li­est aim:

The God for whom they gave their life

For them to suf­fer came!

Though fee­ble were their days and few

Baptized in blood and pain

He knows them

whom they nev­er knew

And they shall live again.

Then weep not o’er thy child­ren’s tomb

Oh Rachel

weep not so!

The bud is cropped by mar­tyr­dom

The flow­er in Heav’n shall blow! *

* If desired

substituteThe flower in Heav’n shall grow