466    C.M.     Isaac Watts
The Death and Burial of a Saint. 1 Thess. 4. 13, 14

1 Why do we mourn departed friends,
  Or shake at death’s alarms?
  ’Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,
  To call them to his arms.

2 Are we not tending upward too,
  As fast as time can move?
  Nor should we wish the hours more slow,
  To keep us from our love.

3 Why should we tremble to convey
  Their bodies to the tomb?
  There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
  And left a long perfume.

4 [The graves of all his saints he blessed,
  And softened every bed;
  Where should the dying members rest,
  But with their dying Head?]

5 Thence he arose, ascending high,
  And showed our feet the way;
  Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly,
  At the great rising day.

6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
  And bid our kindred rise;
  Awake, ye nations under ground;
  Ye saints, ascend the skies.