Ah! lovely appearance of death

1Ah! lovely appearance of death— How beautiful and fair, Yes, even now, though void of breath, God's impress still is there.

2And soon as the Archangel's cry Beneath death's icy hand— Oh! will it not be beauteous there, Mid the immortal band?

3When Jesus bids it rise again With all the saints in light, A glorious body then he'll give, Resplendent to the sight!

4Though nature weeps when lovely lies So strongly bond are riven, Yet faith the Saviour's words applies, Of such the realms of Heaven!