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Hymn 308: Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime

HYMN CCCVIII.

Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime, In full activity of zeal and power; A Christian cannot die before his time, The Lord's appointment is the servant's hour.

Go to the grave; at noon from labour cease; Rest on thy sheaves, thy harvest-task is done; Come from the heart of battle, and in peace, Soldier, go home; with thee the fight is won.

Go to the grave; though like a fallen tree, At once with verdure, flowers, and fruitage crown'd; Thy form may perish, and thine honours be Lost in the mouldering bosom of the ground;--

Go to the grave, which, faithful to its trust, The germ of immortality shall keep; While safe, as watch'd by cherubim, thy dust Shall, till the Judgment-day, in Jesus sleep.

Go to the grave, for there thy Saviour lay In Death's embraces, ere He rose on high; And all the ransom'd, by that narrow way, Pass to eternal life beyond the sky.

Go to the grave;--no, take thy seat above; Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord, Where thou, for faith and hope, hast perfect love, And open vision for the written Word.