The Voice Is Hushed

The voice is hushed—the gen­tle voice

That told us of a Sav­ior’s love;

And made our youth­ful hearts re­joice

In hope of Heav­en

our home ab­ove.

The eye is dim

the lov­ing eye

That beamed so fond­ly on us here;

Sealed up in death

the an­xious sigh

No more be­dews it with a tear!

But in the land be­yond the grave

That voice will swell in rap­tur­ous tone

The song to Him who died to save

And bring the wea­ry trav­el­er home.

That eye

with ho­ly ra­di­ance bright

Shall kin­dle like the stars of ev’n;

Like them shall pierce the shades of night

And sweet­ly shine on us from Heav’n.

That brow shall wear its glit­ter­ing crown

When sun and stars no more shall shine;

When death shall lay his scep­ter down—

The grave her em­pire shall re­sign.

Then let us weep as Je­sus wept;

Love hal­low­ing ev­ery gen­tle sigh;

Since in the grave our Sav­ior slept

The Christ­ian need not fear to die.