The grave is now a favored spot

Verse 1

The grave is now a favor'd spot,-- To saints who sleep, in Jesus bless'd; For there the wicked trouble not, And there the weary are at rest.

Verse 2

At rest in Jesus' faithful arms; At rest as in a peaceful bed; Secure from all the dreadful storms, Which round this sinful world are spread.

Verse 3

Thrice happy souls, who're gone before To that inheritance divine! They labor, sorrow, sigh no more, But bright in endless glory shine.

Verse 4

Then let our mournful tears be dry, Or in a gentle measure flow; We hail them happy in the sky, And joyful wait our call to go.