1 Now hush your cries and shed no tear,
On such death none should look with fear;
A faithful Christian now has won,
And with this death true life's begun.
2 These bones, now dead, again shall fell
New warmth and vigour through them steal;
And reunited they shall soar
On high to live forevermore.
3 The buried grain of wheat must die,
And long in withered state must lie,
Yet springs to light all sweet and fair,
Its proper fruit at last to bear.
4 E'en so this body, made of dust,
To earth we once again entrust,
Where it shall slumber free from pain
Till from the dead it rise again.
5 God breathed into this house of clay
The spirit that hath passed away;
The righteous mind, the noble heart,
The living faith did Christ impart.
6 Ah! would that promised day were here
When Christ will once again appear
And bring them to their heav'nly home
Who have been buried in the tomb.