When Downward to the Darkness Tomb BARBY—William Tans’ur When Downward to the Darkness Tomb 1 When downward to the darkness tomb I thoughtful turn my eyes, Frail nature trembles at the gloom. And anxious fears arise. 2 Why shrinks my soul? in death’s embrace Once Jesus captive slept; And angels, hovering o’er the place, His lowly pillow kept. 3 Thus shall they guard my sleeping dust, And as the Saviour rose, The grave again shall yield her trust, And end my deep repose. 4 My Lord, before