1 Death in all this world prevaileth:
Human life, a summer flower;
Blooms at morn,at even faileth,
But there comes a brighter hour.
When o'er death shall rise victorious,
And appear in forms more glorious,
To a better life restored,
Who have loved and served their Lord.
2 Jesus yielded up His spirit,
And His ransomed people gain
Life eternal by His merit;
Death has armed his sting in vain.
For the unfettered soul ascendeth
To the world which never endeth,
There without a veil to see
God's true face eternally.
3 There is life that knows no sadness,
There, a numberless array,
White-robed denizens of gladness,
Unto God their homage pay:
Choir aloud to choir rejoices,
Seraphs with delighted voices
Holy, holy, holy, sing
To their Triune God and King.
4 There the patriarchs abiding,
There the prophets all have rest,
There the noble twelve residing
In their Master's love are blest;
There the saints in holy splendor
To the Lamb their praises render,
Harping sweet in solemn strains
"Hallelujah! Jesus reigns."
Source: The Lutheran Hymnary #513