Scripture Verse

The maid is not dead, but sleepeth. Matthew 9:24

Introduction

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Le Jour des Morts
William Bouguereau, 1859

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).

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Reginald Heber (1783–1826)

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

Lyrics

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!