Thou Art Gone to the Grave

Thou art gone to the grave

But we will not de­plore thee

Though sor­rows and dark­ness

Encompass the tomb:

The Sav­ior 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 path

Of the world by thy side;

But the wide arms of mer­cy

Are spread to en­fold thee

And sin­ners may hope

Since the Sin­less has died.

Thou art gone to the grave!

And

its man­sion for­sak­ing

Perhaps thy weak spir­it

In fear lin­gered long;

But the mild rays of para­dise

Beamed on thy wak­ing

And the song 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

thy guide;

He gave thee

and took thee

And soon will re­store thee

And death has no sting

For the Sav­ior hath died!