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

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

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

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

Reginald Heber (1783–1826)

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!