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,
And scattered all the gloom.
4 The graves of all the saints He blessed,
And softened every bed;
Where should the dying members rest,
But with the dying Head?
5 Thence He arose, ascending high,
And showed our feet the way;
Up to the Lord we, too, 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: | 1893 |
Topic: | Death and Burial |
Notes: | I. Watts. |