594 Now lay we calmly in the grave

1 Now lay we calmly in the grave This form, whereof no doubt we have That it shall rise again that day In glorious triumph o'er decay. 2 And so to earth again we trust What came from dust, and turns to dust, And from the dust shall surely rise When the last trumpet fills the skies. 3 His soul is living now in God, Whose grace his pardon hath bestowed, Through His Son redeemed him here From bondage unto sin and fear. 4 His trials and his griefs are past; A blessed end is his at last; He bore Christ's yoke, and did His will, And, though he died, he liveth still. 5 He lives where none can mourn and weep, And calmly shall this body sleep Till God shall bid this selfsame clay And raise it into glorious joy. 6 He suffered pain and grief below; Christ leads him now from all his woe; In him hath endless joy begun; He shines in glory like the sun. 7 Then let us leave him to his rest And onward turn, for he is blest; And we must work our souls prepare, When death shall come, to meet him there. 8 So help us, Christ, our hope in loss; Thou hast redeemed us by Thy cross From endless death and misery; We praise, we bless, we worship Thee.