Classic Poem

1. Why do we mourn departing friends, Or
2. Why should we tremble to convey Their
shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that
bodies to the tomb? There the dear flesh of
Jesus sends, To call them to his arms.
Jesus lay, And left a long perfume.

3. Thence he arose, ascending high,
And showed our feet the way;
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly
At the great rising day.

4. Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise:
Awake ye nations under ground;
Ye saints, ascend the skies.