Why move ye such a saddened throng throughout a weary
world of woe,
The heavy fear of dreaded death upon thine eyelids hanging
low,
When life eternal swings thy way, where God's own angels
singing go.
And death is done, did ye but know!
The far hereafter is today—it holds no place for trembling
tears.
Death waits not on the way before, ambushed within the
silent spheres.
But lies entombed on Calvary. O man, lay by thine ancient
fears
And live in God's unending years!
