609		CM
	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.
2	Why should we tremble to convey     Our dear ones to the tomb? Where once our mighty Saviour lay     To take away its gloom.
3	The grave of every saint is blest,     A place of victory made, A symbol of triumphant rest     Where burdens are all laid.
4	Far from this world of toil and strife,     They’re present with the Lord: The labours of this mortal life     End in a great reward.
5	Break from God’s throne, illustrious morn!     Attend, O earth, God’s word! When from the grave a glorious form     Ascends to meet the Lord!
	Cento from Isaac Watts, 1674-1748