Text:Funeral
Author:Hart

842. Funeral

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.

Text Information
First Line: The spirits of the just
Title: Funeral
Author: Hart
Meter: S. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1844
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