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108a. The grave itself a garden is

1 The grave itself a garden is,
Where loveliest flowers abound;
Since Christ, our never-fading life,
Sprang from that holy ground.

2 Oh, give us grace to die to sin,
That we, O Lord, may have
A holy, happy rest in Thee,
A Sabbath in the grave.

3 Thou, Lord, baptized in Thine own blood,
And buried in the grave,
Didst raise Thyself to endless life,
Omnipotent to save.

4 Baptized into Thy death we died,
And buried were with Thee,
That we might live with Thee to God,
And ever blest might be.

5 Lord, through the grave and gate of death
May we, with Thee, arise
To an eternal Easter-Day,
Of glory in the skies.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: The grave itself a garden is
Title: The grave itself a garden is
Author: Bp. C. Wordsworth (1862)
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1892
Topic: Easter Even; Burial of the Dead
Notes: Tune name in index: ST. HUGH
Tune Information
Name: [The grave itself a garden is]
Composer: E. J. Hopkins, Mus. Doc.
Meter: C. M.



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