595 Despair not, O heart, in thy sorrow,

1 Despair not, O heart, in thy sorrow, But hope from God's promises borrow; Beware, in thy sorrow, of sinning, For death is of life the beginning. 2 The body is shrouded in mourning; The garlands, the casket adorning, Are emblems of hope that betoken, O death, that thy power is broken. 3 A dearly beloved one hath left us; God hath in His wisdom bereft us; But He will not leave us forsaken,-- We know that the dead shall awaken. 4 When dawneth the glorious morrow, This body, that we view with sorrow, A glorified form shall be given, Restored to its spirit in heaven. 5 The seed that in springtime is planted, Is hid in the ground; but, if granted A measure of sunshine and showers, Will spring into fruitage and flowers. 6 A gift to the churchyard we tender, As dust to the dust we surrender; Returning the clay to its Maker, We lay it to rest in God's acre. 7 A soul in that body abided, A soul that in Jesus confided, A soul that hath longed for salvation, And now hath found hope's consummation. 8 O earth, we consign to thy keeping This body with sorrow and weeping; In peace to await resurrection, When it shall arise in perfection. 9 O Christ, our souls' Maker and Lover; When time and earth's travail are over, Thou closest the grave's mournful story, And callest Thine own to Thy glory.