When downward to the darksome tomb

Verse 1

When downward to the darksome tomb I thoughtful turn my eyes, Frail nature trembles at the gloom And anxious fears arise.

Verse 2

Why shrinks my soul?--in death's embrace Once Jesus captive slept: And angels, hovering o'er the place, His lowly pillow kept.

Verse 3

Thus shall they guard my sleeping dust, And, as the Saviour rose, The grave again shall yield her trust, And end my deep repose.

Verse 4

My Lord, before to glory gone, Shall bid me come away; And calm and bright shall break the dawn Of heaven's eternal day.

Verse 5

Then let my faith each fear dispel, And gild with light the grave; To him my loftiest praises swell, Who died, from death to save.