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36 Thou art gone to thy rest, brother!
 * Thy toils and cares are o'er;

And sorrow, pain, and suff'ring now
 * Shall ne'er distress thee more.

Thou art gone to thy rest, brother!
 * Death had no sting for thee,

Thy dear Redeemer's might hath gain'd
 * For thee the victory."—O. P.

comfort, Christians, not as those
 * To whom no hope is giv'n,

Death is the messenger of peace,
 * And calls the soul to heav'n.

As Jesus died and rose again
 * Victorious from the dead;

So his disciples rise and reign,
 * With their triumphant Head.