3 Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?

There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.

4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd,
And softened every bed;

Where should the dying members rest
But with their dying Head?

5 Thence he arose, ascended high,
And showed our feet the way;
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly,
At the great rising-day.

6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise;
Awake ye nations under ground,
Ye saints ascend the skies.

365.

SLEEPING IN JESUS.

St. Ambrose-St. Ambrose St. Gregory.

L.M.

1 Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb! Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room Awhile, to slumber in the dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, Invades thy bounds; no mortal woes Can reach the forms that slumber here, And angels watch their soft repose.

3 So Jesus slept: God's dying Son

Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed.

Rest here, dear saint, till from his throne The morning break, and pierce the shade. 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn! Attend, O earth! his sovereign word; Restore thy trust, a glorious form: He must ascend to meet his Lord.

366.

STILL ONE IN CHRIST.
Salzbourg-Winchester Old-French.

1 Give dust to dust; and here we leave
The earthly seed to die;

That so this mortal may receive
Its immortality.

2 Spirit to spirits purified;

And his hath soared on high,
Hath joined the members glorified-
The brethren in the sky.

3 Saviour, thy love unites us all,
The living and the dead;
"Tis but one body mystical,
And but one glorious Head.
4 Keep us in fellowship of soul

With the dear saint that's gone;
Make us in worship, service, love,
Like those before the throne.

C. M.

5 And now to him who conquered death, United praise be given:

Amidst the parting tears of earth,
The welcome-palms of heaven.

36%.

SOWN IN WEAKNESS, TO BE RAISED
IN POWER.

Gräfenberg-Gloucester-Melrose.

1 Ye principalities and powers That never tasted death,

C. M.

Witness from off your heavenly towers
Our act of Christian faith.

2 Though tears will fall and hearts are stirred,
We know in whom we trust;
And confident in his sure word,
We bear the "dust to dust.”

3 We sow this seed in earth to die,
In the great Master's name,
Type of decay and vanity,

In weakness and in shame.

4 It shall arise a holy shrine
Of glory, beauty, might,
Fit for a spirit made divine;
All purity, all light.

5 Thanks be to God, there is no death
For all that trust his word:

Thanks be to God, for victory,
Through Jesus Christ our Lord.

368.

WEEP NOT FOR HIM.
Stuttgart-Tye-Woolwich Common.

1 Dear as thou wert, and justly dear,
We will not weep for thee:

C. M. double.

One thought shall check the starting tear,
It is, that thou art free;

And thus shall faith's consoling power
The tears of love restrain.
Oh! who that saw thy parting hour
Could wish thee back again?

2 Triumphant in thy closing eye
The hope of glory shone;
Joy breathed in thine expiring sigh,
To think the fight was won.
Gently the passing spirit fled,
Sustained by grace divine.

Oh! may such grace on us be shed,
And make our end like thine.

12s & 11s.

369. O DEATH, WHERE IS THY STING?

Portuguese Hymn-Wharfedale (with slight
adaptations).

1 Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee,

Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb:

The Saviour has passed through its portal before thee,

And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.

2 Thou art gone to the grave! we no longer behold thee,

Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side;

But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,

And sinners may hope, since the Sinless has died.

3 Thou art gone to the grave! and, its mansion forsaking,

Perhaps thy weak spirit in fear lingered long:

But the sunshine of paradise beamed on thy waking,

And the sound which thou heardst, was the seraphim's song.

4 Thou art gone to the grave! but 'twere wrong to deplore thee,

For God was thy ransom, thy guardian, and guide:

He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee;

And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died.