1 Now lay we calmly in the grave
This form, whereof no doubt we have
That it shall rise again that day
In glorious triumph o'er decay.

2 And so to earth again we trust
What came from dust, and turns to dust,
And from the dust shall surely rise
When the last trumpet fills the skies.

3 His soul is living now in God,
Whose grace his pardon hath bestowed,
Who through His Son redeemed him here
From bondage unto sin and fear.

4 His trials and his griefs are past;
A blesséd end is his at last;
He bore Christ's yoke, and did His will,
And though he died he liveth still.

5 He lives where none can mourn and weep,
And calmly shall this body sleep
Till God shall death himself destroy
And raise it into glorious joy.

6 He suffered pain and grief below;
Christ heals him now from all his woe;
For him hath endless joy begun;
He shines in glory like the sun.

7 Then let us leave him to his rest,
And homeward turn, for he is blest,
And we must well our souls prepare,
When death shall come, to meet him there.

8 So help us, Christ, our hope in loss;
Thou hast redeemed us by Thy cross
From endless death and misery;
We praise, we bless, we worship Thee.