By Bethany
Beyond the grave, I see a Light shining
Far past the entrance of the tomb.
I hear a voice, to me it is calling,
The voice of Him who called me from my mother's womb.
"Fear not, my dear child; I'm with you always:
Always to lead you by the hand.
I've comforted you on cold, gloomy days.
I'll never forsake you; this you must understand.
"So trust in me; death also shall soon pass;
I've conquered it in victory,
Defeating enemies that did compass.
The tomb is not the end of life's marv'lous story."
Beyond the grave, my Jesus awaits me;
His glorious presence I shall see,
And with the angel chorus I shall sing
Of God's love and mercy—a song of victory!
Beyond the grave, I see a Light shining
Far past the entrance of the tomb.
I hear a voice, to me it is calling,
The voice of Him who called me from my mother's womb.
"Fear not, my dear child; I'm with you always:
Always to lead you by the hand.
I've comforted you on cold, gloomy days.
I'll never forsake you; this you must understand.
"So trust in me; death also shall soon pass;
I've conquered it in victory,
Defeating enemies that did compass.
The tomb is not the end of life's marv'lous story."
Beyond the grave, my Jesus awaits me;
His glorious presence I shall see,
And with the angel chorus I shall sing
Of God's love and mercy—a song of victory!
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