Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime,

In full activity of zeal and power;

A Christian can not die before his time;

The Lord’s appointment is the servant’s hour.

2 Go to the grave: at noon from labor cease;

Rest on thy sheaves; the harvest-task is done;

Come from the heat of battle, and in peace,

Soldier, go home; with thee the fight is won.

3 Go to the grave; for thee thy Saviour lay

In death’s embrace, ere he arose on high;

And all the ransomed, by that narrow way,

Pass to eternal life beyond the sky.

4 Go to the grave—no; take thy seat above;

Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord,

Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect love,

And open vision for the written word.