567. 12s. & 11s. M. Heber. Farewell to a Friend Departed. 1 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee; Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; 2 Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side: But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, since the Saviour hath died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long; 4 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee; Since God was thy Refuge, thy Guardian, thy Guide; |