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!