842    S.M.     J. Hart
“Sorrow not.” 1 Thess. 4. 13, 14; 2 Sam. 12. 19-23

1 The spirits of the just,
  Confined in bodies, groan,
  Till death consigns the corpse to dust,
  And then the conflict’s done.

2 Jesus, who came to save,
  The Lamb for sinners slain,
  Perfumed the chambers of the grave,
  And made e’en death our gain.

3 Why fear we, then, to trust
  The place where Jesus lay?
  In quiet rests our brother’s dust,
  And thus it seems to say:

4 “Forbear, my friends, to weep,
  Since death has lost its sting;
  Those Christians that in Jesus sleep,
  Our God will with him bring.”

5 This message, then, receive,
  And grief indulge no more;
  Return to pray awhile; believe,
  And wait the welcome hour.