Death Of A Scholar

1 Death has been here, and from our midst
Has rudely borne away,
One whom we always loved to greet,
Each holy Sabbath day.

2 And while we keenly feel our loss,
And o'er his absence weep,
We will not mourn in bitterness;
In Christ he fell asleep.

3 Oh, let us all the Saviour seek,
And walk the narrow way,
And then sometime we too shall rise
To everlasting day.

Source: The Evergreen: songs for the Sunday school, sanctuary and home circle #22b