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Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity

WAKE not, O mother, sounds of lamentation;

Weep not, O widow, weep not hopelessly:

Strong is his arm, the bringer of salvation,

Strong is the word of God to succor thee.

Bear forth the cold corpse slowly, slowly bear him;

Hide his pale features with the sable pall.

Chide not the sad one wildly weeping near him:

Widowed and childless, she has lost her all.

Why pause the mourners? who forbids our weeping?

Who the dark pomp of sorrow has delayed?

Set down the bier: he is not dead, but sleeping.

“Young man, arise!”—He spake, and was obeyed.

Change, then, O sad one, grief to exultation,

Worship and fall before Messiah’s knee.

Strong was his arm, the bringer of salvation,

Strong was the word of God to succor thee.