Silently Bury the Dead

Verse 1

Silently, silently, they pass away, Silently, silently, short is their stay; From earth to heaven they've taken their flight, Far from all sorrow and pain and from night, To their Saviour who is calling, Calling, come home, Calling, come home.

Verse 2

Silently, silently, sweet is their sleep, Silently, silently, for them we weep; Oh, how we mourn, and how sad are our hearts, When from the body the spirit departs! But 'tis Jesus who is calling, Calling, come home, Calling come home.

Verse 3

Silently, silently, bury the dead, Silently, silently, the soul has fled Up to our heavenly Father who gave, And through His great loving kindness will save. For 'tis Jesus who is calling, Calling, come home, Calling, come home.

Verse 4

Silently, silently, lay them to rest, Silently, silently, God thought it best Aloft in heaven their Saviour to meet, And all the sanctified angels to greet. So, 'tis Jesus who is calling, Calling, come home, Calling, come home.