Thou Lord of life and death,
Blest Son of God the Fa­ther,
Jesus, in hum­ble faith
Before Thy throne we ga­ther;
Thy Spi­rit bids us come
In fer­vent pray­er to Thee,
O bless Thy Chris­ten­dom
Now and eter­nal­ly.

Thou speak­est but a word,
And lo! the dead awak­en,
Why should we sor­row, Lord,
When those we love are tak­en
From this drear vale of tears
To realms of bliss above?
Hush Thou our griefs and fears,
Thou fount of bound­less love.

When judg­ment trum­pets wake
All who in death are sleep­ing,
To Sa­lem’s man­sions take
The saved in Thy love’s keep­ing.
When at Thy blest Arise!
We greet Thee, ris­en king,
The realms be­yond the skies
With end­less praise shall ring.