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“Sorrow not.” 1 Thess. 4. 13, 14; 2 Sam. 12. 19-23

J. Hart         S.M.

1
The spirits of the just,
 Confined in bodies, groan,
 Till death consigns the corpse to dust,
 And then the conflict’s done.

2
Jesus, who came to save,
 The Lamb for sinners slain,
 Perfumed the chambers of the grave,
 And made e’en death our gain.

3
Why fear we, then, to trust
 The place where Jesus lay?
 In quiet rests our brother’s dust,
 And thus it seems to say:

4
“Forbear, my friends, to weep,
 Since death has lost its sting;
 Those Christians that in Jesus sleep,
 Our God will with him bring.”

5
This message, then, receive,
 And grief indulge no more;
 Return to pray awhile; believe,
 And wait the welcome hour.