Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee
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Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee,Though sorrow and darkness encompass the tomb:The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee,The lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.
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Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee,Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side;The wide arms of mercy were spread to infold thee,And sinners may hope, since the Sinless hath died.
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Thou art gone to the grave, but 't were wrong to deplore thee,When God was thy ransom, thy guardian, and guide;He gave thee, he took thee, and soon he'll restore thee,Where death hath no sting, since the Saviour hath died.