Bishop's Castle Funeral Hymn

Weep not for me, you standers by
which do beset me round
For in the grave I now must lie
until the trumpet sound

My life is like the dust or clay,
compared to the same
My spirit shall return to rest
the place from whence it came.

I must be gone for ever now
and leave you here behind
Until the resurrection comes
and judgement to mankind.

When Christ comes riding on the clouds
to judge the world abroad
Angels and saints crying aloud:
“Rise, dead, and meet the Lord!”

John Symons (ca. 1816)
Transcribed by Gordon Ashman (1990)