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C. M.
Because I live, you shall live also.
John 14:19.
When, downward, to the darksome tomb,
I thoughtful turn my eyes,
Frail nature trembles at the gloom,
And anxious fears arise.
2 Why shrinks my soul? in death’s embrace
Once Jesus captive slept;
And angels hovering o’er the place,
His lowly pillow kept.
3 Thus shall they guard my sleeping dust,
And, as the Saviour rose,
The grave again shall yield her trust,
And end my deep repose.
4 My Lord, before to glory gone,
Shall bid me come away;
And calm and bright shall break the dawn
Of heaven’s eternal day.
5 Then let my faith each fear dispel,
And gild with light the grave;
To him my loftiest praises swell,
Who died from death to save.
Ray Palmer.