Happy soul! thy days are ended,

All thy mourning days below;

Go, by angel guards attended,

To the sight of Jesus go!

Waiting to receive thy spirit,

Lo! the Saviour stands above;

Shows the purchase of his merit,

Reaches out the crown of love.

2 Struggling through thy latest passion

To thy dear Redeemer’s breast,

To his uttermost salvation,

To his everlasting rest;

For the joy he sets before thee,

Bear thy transitory pain;

Die, to live a life of glory;

Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.