The Sure and Certain Hope.
Nun lasst uns den Leib begraben
Now lay we calmly in the grave
This form, whereof no doubt we have
That it shall rise again that Day
In glorious triumph o'er decay.
And so to earth again we trust
What came from dust, and turns to dust,
And from the dust shall surely rise
When the last trumpet fills the skies.
His soul is living now in God
Whole grace his pardon hath bestow'd,
Who through His Son redeem'd him here
From bondage unto sin and fear.
His trials and his griefs are past,
A blessed end is his at last,
He bore Christ's yoke, and did His will,
And though he died, he liveth still.
He lives where none can mourn and weep,
And calmly shall this body sleep
Till God shall Death himself destroy,
And raise it into glorious joy.
He suffer'd pain and grief below,
Christ heals him now from all his woe,
For him hath endless joy begun,
He shines in glory like the sun.
Then let us leave him to his rest,
And homeward turn, for he is blest,
And we must well our souls prepare,
When death shall come, to meet him there.
Then help us, Christ, our Hope in loss!
Thou hast redeem'd us by Thy cross
From endless death and misery;
We praise, we bless, we worship Thee!