The maid is not dead, but sleepeth.@Matthew 9:24
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Le Jour des Morts
William Bouguereau, 1859

Reg­in­ald He­ber (1783–1826). He­ber wrote this hymn up­on the death of his first child.

New Braun­fels, from The South­ern Har­mo­ny, by Will­iam Walk­er (1809–1875) (🔊 pdf nwc) (re­peats last line of each verse).

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Reginald Heber (1783–1826)

I am my­self more cut down than I thought I should be, but I hope not im­pa­tient. I do not for­get that to have pos­sessed her at all, and to have en­joyed the plea­sure of look­ing at her and ca­ress­ing her was God’s free gift, and still less do I for­get that He who has ta­ken her will at length, I hope, re­store to us.

Quoted in Blan­chard, p. 99

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!