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)
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