1 Most precious in our Saviour's sight,
Are all his saints unnotic'd death!
He bears them to eternal light,
When they resign their mortal breath.
2 Precious the soul by him redeem'd;
From threat'ning evils snatch'd away,
Precious their dust, by him esteem'd,
He'll raise it at the latter day.
3 Free from this world's unnumber'd cares,
From Satan's rage, and human spite,
From sin's distress, and gloomy fears;
How precious this in Jesus' sight!
4 All this, and more, our brother proves;
Now he the Son of man can see;
He sees, he feels, he joys, he loves,
And all from intermission free.
Source: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs: selected and original, designed for the use of the Church Universal in public and private devotion #CCCXVIII