CXCV Hear what the voice from Heaven proclaims

Sweet is the savour of their names,

And soft their sleeping bed.

Why should we tremble to convey

Their relics to the tomb?

There the Redeemer's body lay,

And left a long perfume.

The graves of all His saints He blest,

And soften'd every bed;

Where should the dying members rest,

But with the dying Head?