“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.
