Text: | The Death and Burial of a Saint |
Author: | Watts |
1 Why do we mourn departed 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 blessed,
And softened every bed;
Where should the dying members rest,
But with their dying Head?]
5 Thence he arose, ascending high,
And showed 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 departed friends |
Title: | The Death and Burial of a Saint |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Death |