Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb
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Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb;Take this new treasure to thy trustAnd give these sacred relics roomTo slumber in the quiet dust.
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Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,Invades thy bounds; no mortal woesCan reach the peaceful sleeper here,While angels watch the soft repose.
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So Jesus slept; God's dying SonPassed through the grave, and blessed the bed:Rest here, blest saint, till from his throneThe morning break, and pierce the shade.