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THou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb :
Thy Saviour has passed through its portal before thee,
And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.
Thou art gone to the grave ; we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may die, for the SINLEss has died.
Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking,
Perchance thy weak spirit in fear lingered long ;
But the mild rays of paradise beamed on thy waking,
And the sound which thou heard'st was the seraphim's song.
Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee, Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian and guide; He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee, And death has nosting,for the Saviour has died."
* The following stanzas were written as an addition to the above hymn, by an English clergyman, on hearing of the decease of the author.
Thou art gone to the grave; and whole nations bemoan thee, Who caught from thy lips the glad tidings of peace : Yet grateful, they still in their hearts shall enthrone thee, And ne'er shall thy name from their memories cease.
Thou art gone to the grave; but thy work shall not perish, That work which the spirit of wisdom hath blest; His strength shall sustain it, his comforts shall cherish, And make it to prosper, though thou art at rest.
ON RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS
O, Saviour of the faithful dead,
Above their narrow cell,—
No more we cling to mortal clay,
Nor shrink to tread the darksome way
*T was hard from those I loved to go,
Whose tears bedeved my burning brow,
As fading from my dizzy view,
The bitterness of death I knew,
*T was dreadful, when th’ accuser's power
Recounting every wasted hour,
But, Jesus, in that mortal fray,
Like sunshine in a stormy day,
When soon or late this feeble breath No more to thee shall pray,
Support ine through the vale of death, And in the darksome way.
When clothed in fleshly weeds again I wait thy dread decree,
Judge of the world, bethink thee then That thou hast died for me.