The maid is not dead, but sleepeth.
Matthew 9:24
Words: Reginald Heber (1783–1826). Heber wrote this hymn upon the death of his first child.
Music: New Braunfels, from The Southern Harmony, by William Walker (1809–1875) (🔊 pdf nwc) (repeats last line of each verse).
I am myself more cut down than I thought I should be, but I hope not impatient. I do not forget that to have possessed her at all, and to have enjoyed the pleasure of looking at her and caressing her was God’s free gift, and still less do I forget that He who has taken her will at length, I hope, restore to us.
Quoted in Blanchard, p. 99
Thou art gone to the grave,
But we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrows and darkness
Encompass the tomb:
The Savior has passed through
Its portal before thee,
And the lamp of His love
Is thy guide through the gloom!.
Thou art gone to the grave;
We no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough path
Of the world by thy side;
But the wide arms of mercy
Are spread to enfold thee,
And sinners may hope,
Since the Sinless has died.
Thou art gone to the grave!
And, its mansion forsaking,
Perhaps thy weak spirit
In fear lingered long;
But the mild rays of paradise
Beamed on thy waking,
And the song which thou heard’st
Was the seraphim’s song!
Thou art gone to the grave!
But we will not deplore thee,
Whose God was thy ransom,
Thy guardian, thy guide;
He gave thee, and took thee,
And soon will restore thee,
And death has no sting,
For the Savior hath died!