the burial of the dead.
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The Burial of the Dead.
"In sure and certain hope,"
What comfort it affords;
When the dark grave doth ope,
To hear these cheering words—
These words of solemn trust,
Over our dear ones read;
As we commit their dust
To its last narrow bed.
What comfort it affords;
When the dark grave doth ope,
To hear these cheering words—
These words of solemn trust,
Over our dear ones read;
As we commit their dust
To its last narrow bed.
When heads are bowed in woe,
And tears of sorrow fall;
How sweet it is to know
Death's not the end of all.
That in a brighter sphere,
Beyond the reach of pain;
The dear ones we loved here,
Will clasp our hands again.
And tears of sorrow fall;
How sweet it is to know
Death's not the end of all.
That in a brighter sphere,
Beyond the reach of pain;
The dear ones we loved here,
Will clasp our hands again.
Blind unbelief sees naught,
Beyond the cold damp sod;
But faith, divinely taught,
Looks brightly up to God.
O, ye of little faith!
Why murmur so, and weep,
When the kind angel death
Bids your beloved ones sleep.
Beyond the cold damp sod;
But faith, divinely taught,
Looks brightly up to God.
O, ye of little faith!
Why murmur so, and weep,
When the kind angel death
Bids your beloved ones sleep.
