Blessed are they henceforth that die

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.

Source: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #916