I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live. John 11:25
When downward to the darksome tomb
I thoughtful turn my eyes,
Frail nature trembles at the gloom,
And anxious fears arise.
Why shrinks my soul? In death’s embrace
Once Jesus captive slept;
And angels, hovering o’er the place,
His lowly pillow kept.
Thus shall they guard my sleeping dust,
And, as the Savior rose,
The grave again shall yield her trust,
And end my deep repose.
My Lord, before to glory gone,
Shall bid me come away;
And calm and bright shall break the dawn
Of Heaven’s eternal day.
Then let my faith each fear dispel,
And gild with light the grave;
To Him my loftiest praises swell,
Who died from death to save.