1 Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb!
Take this new treasure to thy trust;
And give these sacred relics room
To seek a slumber in the dust.
2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear
Invade Thy bounds. No mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
And angels watch his soft repose.
3 So Jesus slept;--God's dying Son
Passed through the grave and blest the bed;
Rest here blest saint, till from His throne
The morning break, and pierce the shade.
4 Break from His throne, illustrious morn;
Attend oh earth! His sovereign word;
Restore-Thy trust--a glorious form
Shall then arise to meet the Lord.
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First Line: | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb! |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Death |