1. By Jesus’ grave on either hand, While night is brooding o’er the land, The sad and silent mourners stand. 2. At last the weary life is o’er, The agony and conflict sore Of Him who all our suffering bore, 3. Deep in the rock’s sepulchral shade The Lord, by whom the worlds were made, The Saviour of mankind, is laid. 4. O hearts bereaved and sore distressed, Here is for you a place of rest; Here leave your griefs on Jesus’ breast. 5. So, when the dayspring from on high Shall chase the night and fill the sky Then shall the Lord again draw nigh.