10 For thou wilt not leave my soul to Sheol, neither wilt thou allow thy Holy One to see corruption. 11 Thou wilt make known to me the path of life: thy countenance is fulness of joy; at thy right hand are pleasures for evermore.
We love to look within the tomb,
Robbed by Thy death of all its gloom;
The stone for ever rolled away:
Thy death the power of death did slay.