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.