Go And Let My Grave Be Made
Go and let my grave be made–
Tired and weary now with straying,
Farewell to the earth I’ve said,
Heaven’s call to peace obeying:
Calls me now the happy rest
Of the angels eve blest.
Therefore, earth, farewell I say,
False the hopes from thee we borrow!
Let me now in peace away–
E’en thy very joy is sorrow;
Fleeting is thy beauty’s glow,
Vain deceit and empty show!
Fare ye well, beloved friends!
Ye whose tears so fast are flowing;
God for all will make amends,
For our griefs are His bestowing:
Mourn not joys that ne’er endure,
Heavenly joys alone are sure.
Weep not–lo! my Savior there,
Mercy to my soul revealing;
I, too, have obtained a share
In His heart’s deep wounds so healing,
Whence the holy fountain streamed
Which this sinful world redeemed.
Weep not–my Redeemer lives–
High above dark earth ascending,
Hope her heavenly comfort gives;
Faith stands by, her shield extending;
Love eternal whispers near,
“Child of God, no longer fear.”