The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns ‎#XXVII

XXVII. On the Death of a Saint

1 Blessed are they (the Scriptures say)
That dying win the Prize,
For rest they shall, their good works all
Do follow them likewise.

2 Death's but a Sleep, why should we weep
For those in Christ who die?
Since this we know to Peace they go,
And Joys possess on High.

3 Altho' to dust their Bodies must
Be turn'd beneath the Clod,
Yet they shall rise above the Skies,
And ever live with God.

4 Christ will aloud before the Crowd
Cmpos'd of Adam's Race,
Confess them dear, who own'd him here,
And bore for him Disgrace.

5 Robes they shall have that will outbrave
The Whiteness of the Snow;
Most pure and bright, like shining Light;
Such Jesus will bestow.

6 Then why need we dejected be?
Our Loss is their great Gain;
For they shall stand at Christ's right Hand,
And with their Saviour reign.

7 Their happy Days are spent in praise,
While here we sign and groan;
could we but see how blest they be,
'Twould make us cease to moan.

8 If there was End, 'twould Trouble send,
And would eclipse the Joy,
But 'tis not so, they'll never go
Out of that sweet Employ.

9 When they've been there ten Million Years,
And Millions more are done,
They've no less Days to sing God's Praise
Than when they first begun.

Text Information

• First Line: Blessed are they (the Scriptures say)
• Title: On the Death of a Saint
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Topic: Death and Resurrection; Intercession of Christ

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