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The Great Salvation.
1
Despair not, mourner, when you bear away
Your dearest object to the cypress shade!
There is a sanctity in holy clay,
And precious is the spot where it is laid!
The dead in Christ, of every tribe and nation,
Again shall rise, to hail the Great Salvation.
2
Whoe'er in Jesus sleep, in peace repose;
God views them from his everlasting skies!
And when, at length, the last loud trumpet blows,
They shall to pure, and endless life arise!
Wherefore rejoice, in deepest tribulation,
Those, whom you mourn, shall see this Great Salvation!
3
The wicked, who, on earth, and time, rely,
And strive in vain to hold their treasures fast;
Who never raise to heaven the suppliant eye,
But live like fools, and, such, expire at last!
O, fearful thought! with life, a short probation,
They have no interest in this Great Salvation!
4
The ransom'd, with dissolving nature round,
Trusting in God, omnipotent to save,
May cry, “Come Jesus! flames shall not confound!
“Where is thy sting, O Death! and thine, O Grave!
“I leave my tomb, mid holy exultation,
“With all the saints, to share the Great Salvation!
