He is not dead, he’s sleeping
Not lost but gone before
Safe in his Saviour’s keeping
And presence evermore

He is not dead, he’s sleeping
Safe in the Hand of Bliss
The nwhy should we be weeping
When peace and joy are his.

He is not dead, he’s sleeping
At rest - in Heaven – his home
With rapture now repeating
Thy will, Oh Lord be done

He is not dead, he’s sleeping
His mission here is done
All pain and death defeating
Through Christ the victory won.

He is not dead, he’s sleeping
Then let us all decide
To meet him with a greeting
When called beyond the tide.

He is not dead, he’s sleeping
All Stations he has passed
Oh, what a glorious meeting
When Heaven we reach at last.

In loving memory
Of my dear brother Charles.

G.Woollard.