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He hath abolished death.
2 Tim. 1:10.
The angels that watched round the tomb
Where low the Redeemer was laid,
When deep in mortality’s gloom
He hid for a season his head;
2 That vailed their fair face while he slept,
And ceased their sweet harps to employ,
Have witnessed his rising, and swept
The chords with the triumphs of joy.
3 You saints, who once languished below,
But long since have entered your rest,
I pant to be glorified too,
To lean on Immanuel’s breast.
4 The grave in which Jesus was laid
Has buried my guilt and my fears;
And while I contemplate its shade,
The light of his presence appears.
5 O sweet is the season of rest,
When life’s weary journey is done!
The blush that spreads over its west,
The last lingering ray of its sun!
6 Though dreary the empire of night,
I soon shall emerge from its gloom,
And see immortality’s light
Arise on the shades of the tomb.
7 Then welcome the last rending sighs,
When these aching heartstrings shall break,
When death shall extinguish these eyes,
And moisten with dew the pale cheek.
8 No terror the prospect begets,
I am not mortality’s slave,
The sunbeam of life as it sets,
Paints a rainbow of peace on the grave.
Collyer.