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1 Servant of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ:
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter thy Master's joy.
2 The voice at midnight came;
He started up to hear;
A mortal arrow pierced his frame,
He fell, but felt no fear.
3 At midnight came the cry,
"to meet thy God prepare!"
He woke,--and caught his Captain's eye;
Then, strong in faith and prayer,
4 His spirit with a bound
Left its encumbering clay:
His tent, at sunrise, on the ground
A darkened ruin lay.
5 The pains of death are past;
Labour and sorrow cease;
And life's long warfare closed at last,
His soul is found in peace.
6 Soldier of Christ, well done!
Praise be thy new employ;
And, while eternal ages run,
Rest in thy Saviour's joy.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Servant of God, well done! |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Death |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |