When Joseph had taken the body, he wrapped it in a clean linen cloth, and laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn out in the rock: and he rolled a great stone to the door of the sepulcher, and departed.@Matthew 27:59–60

Sarah Wilson, in The New Children’s Hymnal, edited by John I. Tucker (New York: James Pott, 1892), number 88.

Trondheim Arthur S. Sullivan, 1892 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Arthur S. Sullivan (1842–1900)

They laid Him in the tomb,
They closed it with a stone,
And in the deep and heavy gloom
They left their Lord alone.
Then broke the Easter day;
Fear not, an angel said,
Behold the place where Jesus lay;
He liveth who was dead.

He tarried forty days
With those He did most love;
He taught them of His Father’s ways
And then He went above.
Christ rose, and we shall rise
When death’s short sleep is past;
Lord, lift our hearts to yonder skies,
And take us there at last.