Scripture Verse

Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors; and their works do follow them. Revelation 14:13


Simon Dach

Words: Si­mon Dach, 1635 (O wie sel­ig seid ihr doch, ihr From­men). Trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by Hen­ry W. Long­fel­low, Po­ets and Po­et­ry of Eu­rope, 1845.

Music: O wie se­lig, from Jo­hann Ge­org Stöz­el’s Cho­ral-Buch (Stutt­gart, Ger­ma­ny: 1744) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Stöz­el (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Henry W. Longfellow


Oh, how blest are ye whose toils are ended!
Who, through death, have unto God as­cend­ed!
Ye have arisen
From the cares which keep us still in prison.

We are still as in a dungeon living,
Still oppressed with sorrow and misgiving;
Our undertakings
Are but toils, and troubles, and heart-breakings.

Ye meanwhile, are in your chambers sleeping,
Quiet, and set free from all our weeping;
No cross nor trial
Hinders your enjoyments with denial.

Christ has wiped away your tears for ever;
Ye have that for which we still endeavor.
To you are chanted
Songs which yet no mortal ear have haunted.

Ah! who would not, then, depart with gladness,
To inherit Hea­ven for earthly sadness?
Who here would languish
Longer in bewailing and in anguish?

Come, O Christ, and loose the chains that bind us!
Lead us forth, and cast this world behind us!
With Thee, the Anointed,
Finds the soul its joy and rest appointed.