ODE V. A Funeral Ode at the Interment of the Body, supposed to be sung by the Mourners.
I
Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb;
Take this new treasure to thy trust,
And give these sacred relics room.
To seek a slumber in the dust.
II
Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear
Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes
Can reach the lovely sleeper here,
And angels watch her soft repose.
III
So Jesus slept: God's dying Son
Past through the grave, and blest the bed.
Rest here, fair saint; till from his throne
The morning break and pierce the shade.
IV
Break from his throne, illustrious morn;
Attend, O earth, his sov'reign word;
Restore thy trust, a glorious form;
She must ascend to meet her Lord.
