1 Why do we mourn departing friends?
Or shake at death’s alarms?
’Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to His arms.
2 Are we not tending upward too,
As fast as time can move?
Nor would we wish the hours more slow,
To keep us from our love.
3 Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
His light dispel'd its gloom.
4 The graves of all His saints He bless'd,
And soften'd every bed;
Where should the dying members rest,
But with the dying Head?
5 Thence He arose, ascending high,
And show'd our feet the way;
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly,
At the great rising-day.
6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise;
Awake, ye nations under ground;
Ye saints, ascend the skies.
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First Line: | Why do we mourn departing friends? |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Burial; Death; Death: of a friend(1 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Watts |