Verse 1
Why do we mourn departing friends
Or shake at death’s alarms?
’Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to his arms.
Verse 2
Are we not tending upward too
As fast as time can move?
Nor would we wish the hours more slow
To keep us from our love.
Verse 3
Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.
Verse 4
The graves of all his saints he bless’d,
And soften’d every bed;
Where should the dying members rest,
But with the dying head?
Verse 5
Thence he arose, ascending high,
And shew’d our feet the way;
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly
At the great rising day.
Verse 6
Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise,
Awake, ye nations under ground,
Ye saints, ascend the skies.
Isaac Watts, “Why Do We Mourn Departing Friends”