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.
Thence He arose, ascending high,
And showed our feet the way.
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly
At the great rising day.
Then let the last loud trumpet sound
And bid our kindred rise:
Awake, ye nations under ground!
Ye saints, ascend the skies!
Or shake at death's alarms?
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to His arms.
Thence He arose, ascending high,
And showed our feet the way.
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly
At the great rising day.
Then let the last loud trumpet sound
And bid our kindred rise:
Awake, ye nations under ground!
Ye saints, ascend the skies!
From eHymnBook.org
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