Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,

Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb:

The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee,

And the lamp of his love is thy guide thro’ the gloom.

2 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 hope, since the Saviour has died.

3 Thou art gone to the grave; and its mansion forsaking,

Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long;

But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking,

And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim’s song.

4 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee;

Since God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, thy Guide;

He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee;

And death has no sting, since the Saviour has died.