Author: White Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #920 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Through sorrow's night and danger's path,
Amid the deepening gloom,
We, followers of our suff'ring Lord,
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 earth may beat.
4 Yet not thus buried, or extinct,
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. Topics: Resurrection and Judgment; The Soul never Sleeps Scripture: 2 Corinthians 4:14
Through sorrow's night and danger's path