Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) ‎#565

565. Through sorrow's night and danger's path

1 Though sorrow's night and danger's path,
Amid the deep'ning gloom,
We soldiers of an injured King
Are marching to the tomb.

2 There, when the turmoil is no more,
And all our powers decay,
Our cold remains in solitude
Shall sleep the years away.

3 Our labors done, securely laid
In this our last retreat,
Unheeded o'er our silent dust
The storms of life shall beat.

4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane,
The vital spark shall lie,
For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise
To seek its kindred sky.

5 These ashes too, this little dust,
Our Father's care shall keep,
Till the last angel rise, and break
The long and dreary sleep.

6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye
Shall shed its mildest rays,
And the long silent dust shall burst
With shouts of endless praise.

Text Information

• First Line: Through sorrow's night and danger's path
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1870
• Topic: Immortality of the soul; Resurrection: of Men
• Notes: Now Public Domain. Author from index: H. K. White

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