Go to the Grave in All Thy Glorious Prime

Go to the grave in all thy glo­ri­ous prime

In full ac­ti­vi­ty of zeal and pow­er;

A Christ­ian can­not die be­fore his time

The Lord’s ap­point­ment is the serv­ant’s hour.

Go to the grave; at noon from la­bor cease;

Rest on thy sheaves

thy har­vest-task is done;

Come from the heart of bat­tle

and in peace

Soldier

go home; with thee the fight is won.

Go to the grave; though like a fall­en tree

At once with ver­dure

flow­ers

and fruit­age crowned;

Thy form may per­ish

and thine hon­ors be

Lost in the mol­der­ing bo­som of the ground.

Go to the grave

which

faith­ful to its trust

The germ of im­mor­tal­ity shall keep;

While safe

as watched by cher­ub­im

thy dust

Shall to the judg­ment day in Je­sus sleep.

Go to the grave

for there thy Sav­ior lay

In death’s em­brac­es

ere He rose on high;

And all the ran­somed

by that nar­row way

Pass to eter­nal life be­yond the sky.

Go to the grave—no

take thy seat ab­ove;

Be thy pure spir­it pre­sent with the Lord

Where thou

for faith and hope

hast per­fect love

And op­en vi­sion for the writ­ten Word.