he Death and Burial of a Saint. 1 Thess. 4. 13, 14
I. Watts C.M.
1
Why do we mourn departed friends,
Or shake at death’s alarms?
’Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,
To call them to his arms.
2
Are we not tending upward too,
As fast as time can move?
Nor should we wish the hours more slow,
To keep us from our love.
3
Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.
4
[The graves of all his saints he blessed,
And softened every bed;
Where should the dying members rest,
But with their dying Head?]
5
Thence he arose, ascending high,
And showed our feet the way;
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly,
At the great rising day.
6
Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise;
Awake, ye nations under ground;
Ye saints, ascend the skies.
