1 Thanks, thanks unto God! who in mercy hath spoken
The truths which have pierced through the spirit’s sad gloom;
Whose love with the light of its presence hath broken
The darkness which hung o’er the desolate tomb.
2 What now shall affright us? A Father almighty
Keeps watch round our footsteps wherever we go;
His mercy is sleepless,—His wisdom unfailing,—
He knoweth each want and regardeth each woe.
3 Where now is death’s terror? he comes as an angel
To carry the spirit away to its rest;