Departed Soul, Asleep

Verse 1

"Why flow these torrents of distress?" (The gentle Savior cries) "Why are my sleeping saints survey'd "With unbelieving eyes?

Verse 2

"Death's feeble arm shall never boast, "A friend of Christ's is slain; "Nor o'er their meaner part in D=dust "A lasting power retain.

Verse 3

"I come, on wings of love I come "The slumberers to awake; "My voice shall reach the deepest tomb, "And all its bounds shall break.

Verse 4

"Touch'd by my hand, in smiles they rise; "They rise, to sleep no more; "But rob'd with light and crown'd with joy, "To endless day they soar."

Verse 5

Jesus, our faith receives thy word; And, tho' fond nature weep, Grace learns to hail the pious dead, And emulate their sleep.

Verse 6

Our willing souls thy summons wait With them to rest and praise; So let thy much-lov'd presence cheer These separating days.