You are gone to the grave But we will not mourn you Although sorrow and darkness Gather round your tomb The savior has passed through Death's door before you May His lamp guide us through You are gone to the grave And your cradle is empty Here with us you couldn't stay long But the sound you heard was the morning song of the angels Where Heaven's sunshine beams Bright on your wakening Through Hs lamp's eternal gleam Your brothers near and your sisters far, They're going to see who you really are When they want to