Thou Art Gone To The Grave
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Thou art gone to the grave we no behold thee.
Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee
And Jesus has called thee with him to abide
Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee
And Jesus has called thee with him to abide
Patrick J Ryan
1882
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From the second verse of the Hymn "Farewell to a Friend Departed"
Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side;
The wide arms of mercy were spread to infold thee,
And sinners may hope, since the Sinless hath died.
Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side;
The wide arms of mercy were spread to infold thee,
And sinners may hope, since the Sinless hath died.
1 Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrow and darkness encompass the tomb:
The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee,
The lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom,
The lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.
2 Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side;
The wide arms of mercy were spread to infold thee,
And sinners may hope, since the Sinless hath died.
3 Thou art gone to the grave, but 'twere wrong to deplore thee,
When God was thy ransom, thy guardian, and guide;
He gave thee, he took thee, and soon he'll restore thee,
Where death hath no sting, since the Saviour hath died.
Though sorrow and darkness encompass the tomb:
The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee,
The lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom,
The lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.
2 Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side;
The wide arms of mercy were spread to infold thee,
And sinners may hope, since the Sinless hath died.
3 Thou art gone to the grave, but 'twere wrong to deplore thee,
When God was thy ransom, thy guardian, and guide;
He gave thee, he took thee, and soon he'll restore thee,
Where death hath no sting, since the Saviour hath died.
West Terrace Cemetery
Greater Metro Adelaide- South Australia
1880’s
Adult (25 Years and Older)
Religious, Poem, Beautiful, Hymn, Love, New Home/In Heaven