1 Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee:
Tho' sorrow and darkness encompass the tomb,
The Saviour has pass'd thro' its portals before thee,
And the lamp of his love is thy guide thro' the gloom,
And the lamp of his love is thy guide thro' the gloom.

2 Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side:
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,
And sinners may hope, since the Sinless has died,
And sinners may hope, since the Sinless has died.

3 Thou art gone to the grave; its mansions forsaking,
Perhaps thy tried spirit in doubt linger'd long;
But the sunshine of heaven beam'd bright on thy waking
And the song which thou heardst was the seraphim's song.

4 Thou art gone to the grave; but 'twere wrong to deplore thee,
When God was thy ransom, thy guardian and guide;
He gave thee, and took thee, and soon will restore thee,
Where death hath no sting, since the Saviour has died.