1 Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;
The Saviour has pass'd through its portals before thee,
And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom.
2 Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side;
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,
And sinners may hope since the Saviour hath died.
3 Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking,
Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt linger'd long;
But the sunshine of heaven beam'd bright on thy waking,
And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim's song.
4 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,
Since God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, thy Guide;
He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee;
Where death hath no sting, since the Saviour hath died.
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First Line: | Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee |
Meter: | 12s & 11s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Burial; Death; Death: of a friend(1 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Heber |