One by one God’s faithful workers
Yield their bodies to the foe;
One by one our ranks are thinning,
Where’s the end but God doth know;
But, look up! my soul, despond not,
Signs fulfill in earth and sky!
Lift thy head, rejoice! take courage!
Thy redemption draweth nigh!
Of this truth now be persuaded:
He who loved us, loves us still;
When we patiently have waited,
Faithfully have done His will;
Then will open wide the portal
To the mansions bright and fair,
And He’ll bid us life immortal
With our precious loved ones share.
Then our toil will be forgotten,
All our painful vigils past;
Times when Satan almost conquered,
Nevermore their shadows cast;
For He’s coming! Prince of Glory!
Coming! victory to give!
Ring it out! the rapturous story!
Life eternal! Saints shall live!
Death no more can claim God’s people—
Graves no more hide from our sight
Those we’ve loved, esteemed and honored—
Those who’ve helped us in the fight.
Praise the name of our Redeemer!
Soon the saved beneath the sod
Will, with us, sing alleluias
In the presence of our God!