BROTHER, THOU ART GONE TO REST. 7, 6s & 8.

1. Brother, thou art gone to rest; We will not weep for thee; For thou art now where oft on earth, Thy spirit longed to be. 2. Brother, thou art gone to rest; Thine is an early tomb; But God hath summoned thee away; Thy Father called thee home.

1. This book is all that's left me now; Tears will unbidden start; With faltering lip and throbbing brow, I press it to my heart.

ma-ny gen - e - rations past, Here is our family tree; My mother's hand this Bible clasp'd, She, dying, gave it