The Grace Disarmed of Its Terros

Verse 1

Man dieth and wasteth away, And where is he?--hark! from the skies I hear a voice answer and say, The spirit of man never dies! His body, which came from the earth, Must mingle again with the sod; His soul, which in heaven had birth, Returns to the bosom of God.

Verse 2

No terror has death, or the grave, To those who believe in the Lord-- Who know the Redeemer can save, And lean on the faith of his word: While ashes to ashes, and dust We give unto dust, in our gloom The light of salvation we trust, Which hangs like a lamp in the tomb.

Verse 3

O Lord God Almighty, to thee We turn as our solace above; The waters may fail from the sea, But never thy fountains of love: Oh, teach us thy will to obey, And sing with one heart and accord,-- He gave, and he taketh away, And praised be the name of the Lord.