The Interment of a Believer. Hos. 13. 14
J. Hart L.M.
Fountain of life, who gavest us breath,
Eternal Sire, by all adored;
Who makest us conquerors over death,
Through Jesus, our victorious Lord,
We give thee thanks, we sing thy praise,
For calling thus thy children home;
And shortening tribulation days
To hide them in the peaceful tomb.
Jesus, confiding in thy name,
Thou King of saints, thy body’s Head,
We give to earth the breathless frame,
Remembering thou thyself wast dead.
Thine was a bitter death indeed,
Thou harmless, suffering Lamb of God!
Thou hast from hell thy people freed,
And drowned destruction in thy blood.