Come no visions of despair!
Seated on thy tomb, Faith’s angel
Saith, thou art not, art not there.
4 Where, then, art thou? with the Saviour,
Blest, forever blest, to be;
’Mid the sinless little children
Who have heard his “Come to me.”
5 Passed the shades of death’s dark valley,
Thou art leaning on his breast,
Where the wicked may not enter,