BENEATH HIS STONE

Beneath His stone our sins are crushed
And blown away by Spirit’s wind;
His rolling stone grinds them to dust—
Become as what has never been.

On other side of grave we rise
As we new life with Him partake;
With joy we are by Him surprised
For He has opened Eden’s gate.

His Father beckons, and we come
To Eden New that’s from Old born,
And we ourselves at last become
A jew’l in crown His Son adorns.