1 Wrapt in a Christless shroud,
He sleeps the Christless sleep;
Above him, the eternal cloud,
Beneath, the fiery deep.
2 Laid in a Christless tomb,
There, bound with felon-chain,
He waits the terrors of his doom,
The judgment and the pain.
3 O Christless shroud, how cold,
How dark, O Christless tomb!
O grief that never can grow old,
O endless, hopeless doom!
4 O Christless sleep, how sad!
What waking shalt thou know?
For thee no star, no dawning glad,
Only the lasting woe!
5 To rocks and hills in vain
Shall be the sinner’s call;
O day of wrath, and death and pain,
The lost soul’s funeral!
6 O Christless soul, awake,
Ere thy last sleep begin!
O Christ, the sleeper’s slumbers break,
Burst Thou the bands of sin!
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11303
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|The Cyber Hymnal #11303||The Sinner's Burial||Wrapt in a Christless shroud||ASTON||Horatius Bonar||SM||<cite>Hymns of Faith and Hope</cite> 2nd series (London, James Nisbet, 1861)|