Hark! A voice divides the sky!
Happy are the faithful dead,
In the Lord who sweetly die,
They from all their toils are freed.
Them the Spirit hath declared
Blessed, unutterably blessed;
Jesus is their great reward,
Jesus is their endless rest.
Followed by their works they go
Where their Head has gone before;
Reconciled by grace below,
Grace has opened mercy’s door;
Justified through faith alone,
Here they knew their sins forgiv’n,
Here they laid their burden down,
Hallowed, and made fit for Heav’n.
Who can now lament the lot
Of a saint in Christ deceased?
Let the world, who know us not
Call us hopeless and unblessed:
When from flesh the spirit freed
Hastens homeward to return,
A man is dead!
A child is born!
Born into the world above,
They our happy brother greet,
Bear him to the throne of love,
Place him at the Savior’s feet;
Jesus smiles, and says,
Good and faithful servant thou;
Enter, and receive thy crown,
Reign with Me triumphant now.
Angels catch th’approving sound,
Bow, and bless the just award;
Hail the heir with glory crowned,
Now rejoicing with his Lord:
Fuller joys ordained to know,
Waiting for the general doom,
When th’archangel’s trump shall blow,
Rise, ye dead, to judgment come!