| Text: | The grave itself a garden is |
| Author: | C. Wordsworth |
| Tune: | DALEHURST |
| Composer: | A. Cottman |
1 The grave itself a garden is,
Where loveliest flow'rs abound;
Since Christ, our never-fading life,
Sprang from that holy ground.
2 O 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 Tine 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!
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | The grave itself a garden is |
| Author: | C. Wordsworth |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1920 |
| Topic: | Lent: Easter Even |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |
| Tune Information | |
|---|---|
| Name: | DALEHURST |
| Composer: | A. Cottman |
| Meter: | C.M. |
| Key: | F Major or modal |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |