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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 should 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 left a long Perfume.
4 The Graves of all his Saints he bless'd,
And soften'd ev'ry Bed;
Where should the dying Members rest,
But with the dying Head?
5 Thence he arose, ascended High,
And shew'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? |
Title: | The Death and Burial of a Saint |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |