1 Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb,
Take this new treasure to they trust,
And give these sacred relics room
To seek a slumber in the dust.
2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,
Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
And angels watch his soft repose.
3 So Jesus slept; God's dying son
Passed through the grave and blest the bed;
Rest here blest saint, till from his throne
The morning break and pierce the shade.
4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn,
Attend O earth! his sovereign word;
Restore thy trust, a glorious form;
He must ascend to meet his Lord.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799