"Blessed are the dead, that die in the Lord."
1 Hark! a voice divides the sky!
Happy are the faithful dead,
In the Lord who sweetly die!
They from all their toils are freed.
2 Ready for their glorious crown,--
Sorrows past and sins forgiven,--
Here they lay their burthen down,
Hallowed and made meet for heaven.
3 Yes! the Christian's course is run;
Ended is the glorious strife;
Fought the fight, the work is done;
Death is swallowed up in life.
4 When from flesh the spirit freed
Hastens homeward to return,
Mortals cry, "A man is dead!"
Angels sing, "A child is born!"