1 Now let our drooping hearts rceive,
And let our tears be dry;
Why should those eyes be drown'd in grief,
Which view a Savior nigh?

2 What tho' the arm of conquering death
Does God's own house invade?
What tho' the prophet and the Priest
Be number'd with the dead?

3 Tho' earthly shepherds dwell in dust,
The aged and the young,
The watchful eye in darkness clos'd,
And mute th’ instructive tongue:

4 Th' eternal shepherd still survive
New comfort to impart
His eye still guides us, and his voice
Still animates our heart.

5 "Lo, I am with you," saith the Lord,
"My church shall safe abide;
"For I will ne'er forsake my own,
"Whose souls in me confide."

6 Thro' every scene of life and death,
This promise is our trust;
And this shall be our children's song,
When we are cold in dust.