Christian Worship The Christian’s Contest, Rest, And Hope.

Through sorrow’s night and danger’s way
Amid the deepening gloom,
The soldiers of an injured King
Are marching to the tomb.

Their service done, securely laid
In this their last retreat,
Unheeded o’er their silent dust
The storms of life shall beat.

Yet not thus lifeless in the grave
The vital spark shall lie;
O’er nature’s ruins it shall rise,
To reach its kindred sky.

Then heaven’s soft dew o’er every eye
Shall shed its mildest rays;
And the long silent dust shall wake
In strains of endless praise.