588 Go and let my grave be made--

1 Go and let my grave be made-- Tired and weary now with straying, Farewell to the earth I've said, Heaven's call to peace obeying: Calls me now to happy rest Of the angels ever blest. 2 Therefore, earth, farewell I say, False the hopes from thee we borrow! Let me now in peace away-- E'en thy very joy is sorrow; Fleeting is thy beauty's glow; Vain deceit and empty show! 3 Fare ye well, beloved friends! Ye whose tears so fast are flowing; God for all will make amends, For our griefs are His bestowing: Mourn not joys that ne'er endure, Heavenly joys alone are sure. 4 Weep not--lo! my Savior there, Mercy to my soul revealing; I, too, have obtained a share In His heart's deep wounds so healing, Whence the holy fountain streamed Which this sinful world redeemed. 5 Weep not--my Redeemer lives-- High above dark earth ascending, Hope her heavenly comfort gives; Faith stands by, her shield extending; Love eternal whispers near, "Child of God, no longer fear."