- By Jesus’ grave on either hand,
While night is brooding o’er the land,
The sad and silent mourners stand.
- At last the weary life is o’er,
The agony and conflict sore
Of Him who all our sufferings bore.
- Deep in the rock’s sepulchral shade
The Lord, by whom the worlds were made,
The Savior of mankind, is laid.
- O hearts bereaved and sore distressed,
Here is for you a place of rest;
Here leave your grief on Jesus’ breast. Amin.