Text: | Blessed are they henceforth that die |
Author: | R. F. Cottrell |
Tune: | WOODWORTH |
Composer: | William B. Bradbury |
1 Blessed are they henceforth that die
Reclining on the Saviour's breast;
They cease from every care and sigh,
From all their labors they have rest.
2 No more they meet with cruel foes,
No more with anxious care oppressed:
They warred the conflict till life's close;
Their toil is o'er, they sweetly rest.
3 The living saints have yet to meet
And brave the tempter's utmost ire;
The grave will be a blest retreat
While earth is whelmed in troubles dire.
4 Thy righteous will be done, O God!
To meet the foe and overcome,
Or lay me down beneath the sod
To rest till thou shalt call me home.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Blessed are they henceforth that die |
Author: | R. F. Cottrell |
Publication Date: | 1886 |
Topic: | Death and Resurrection |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | WOODWORTH |
Composer: | William B. Bradbury |
Meter: | L. M. |
Key: | E♭ Major |
Notes: | Alternate tunes: #926 or 923. |