Because I live, ye shall live also.

WHEN downward to the darksome tomb I thoughtful turn my eyes, Frail nature trembles at the gloom, And anxious fears arise.

Why shrinks my soul? In death's embrace Once Jesus captive slept; And angels, hovering o'er the place, His lowly pillow kept.

Thus shall they guard my sleeping dust, And, as the Savior rose, The grave again shall yield her trust, And end my deep repose.

My Lord, before to glory gone, Shall bid me come away; And calm and bright shall break the dawn Of heaven's eternal day.