Happy soul, thy days are ended,
All thy mourning days below:
Go, by angel guards attended,
To the sight of Jesus go!
Waiting to receive thy spirit,
Lo! the Savior stands above,
Shows the purchase of His merit,
Reaches out the crown of love.
Struggle through thy latest passion
To thy dear Redeemer’s breast,
To His uttermost salvation,
To His everlasting rest:
For the joy He sets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain,
Die, to live the life of glory,
Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.