Berean Christadelphian Hymns



 How still and peaceful is the grave!
Where life's vain tumults past,
The appointed house, by heaven's decree
Receives us at the last.

The wicked there from troubling cease;
Their passions rage no more;
And there the weary pilgrim rests
From all the toils he bore.

There servants, masters, small and great,
Partake the same repose;
And there in peace the ashes mix,
Of those who once were foes.

All levelled by the hand of death,
Partake a common tomb;
Yet saints shall not for ever sleep:
Not theirs the sinner's doom.

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