[From Poems; by Rev Robert Brown, 1826]
AH ! why should grief so rend,
O saint, thine anxious breast ?
God is thy Father, Christ thy Friend;
Believe, and be at rest.
What though affliction's night
Shed o'er thy path its gloom,
Mourn not-an everlasting light
Prevails beyond the tomb.
Doth guilt thy bosom pain?
Oh think of Calvary,
For there the Lamb of God was slain,
The Saviour died for thee.
Doth dread of death assail?
Far from thee be it driven ;
Gloomy, indeed, is death's dark vale,
But oh! it ends in heaven.
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