A hopeful rest

1091 L. M.
The grave shall restore its trust.

UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb;
   Take this new treasure to thy trust;
   And give these sacred relics room
   To slumber in the silent dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear
   Invade thy bounds: no mortal woes
   Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
   While angels watch the soft repose.

3 So Jesus slept ;—
   God’s dying Son
   Pass’d through the grave, and blest the bed;
   Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne
   The morning break, and pierce the shade.

4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn;
   Attend, O earth! his sov’reign word,
   Restore thy trust—a glorious form—
   Call’d to ascend and meet the Lord.
                         Isaac Watts
                         Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)