DEAR ONESWhen in death our dear ones sleep,Our souls by grief encumbered,Hope bears on though yet we weep;Deaths' days are surely numbered.Christ did lay His body down,To deaths’ demands submitted,Drank the cup, wore mocking crown;For this end was He fitted.The prison doors oppressingHe unlocked, threw open wide.To live once more, the blessing,Yet, a while they must abide.A while we, too, must waitResurrection day to see,Though we pass beyond life’s gate,In due time we shall go free.For Eternal ...
