to the JL White Revision version of this tune
Why do we mourn departing friends,
Or shake at death's alarms?
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,
To call them to His arms.
Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There there dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And vanished all the gloom.
Then He arose, ascended high,
And showed our feet the way;
Up to the Lord our souls shall fly
At the great rising day.