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Take this new treasure to thy trust; And give these sacred relics room
To slumber in the silent dust. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear
Invade thy bounds : no mortal woes Can reach the peacefuil sleeper here,
While angels watch the soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept God's dying Son
Pilsed through the grave, and blest the bed;
The morning break, and pierce the shade.
Attend, 0 earth! his sov'reign word;
Call'd to ascend and meet the Lord.
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Lightend of his fleshly load;
He is gather'd into God! Lo! the pain of life is past,
All his warfare now is o'er: Death and hell behind are cast;
Griet' and suff'ring are no more. 2 Join we then, with one accord,
*In the new and joyful song: Absent from our lovig Lord,
We shall not continue long; We shall quit the house of clay,
We a better lot shall share, We shall see the realms of day,
Meet our happy brother there.
4 The graves of all bis saints he blest,
And soften'd every bed :
But with their dying lead !
And show'd our feet the way:
At the great rising day.
And bid our kindred rise :-
Ye saints, ascend the skies.
Are marching to the tomb.
And all our powers decay,
In this our last retreat,
The storms of earth may best.
The vital spark shall lie;
To seek its kindred sky.