Servant of God, well done!

Rest from thy loved employ;

The battle fought, the victory won,

Enter thy Master’s joy.

2 The voice at midnight came;

He started up to hear;

A mortal arrow pierced his frame,

He fell, but felt no fear.

3 Tranquil amid alarms,

It found him on the field,

A veteran slumbering on his arms,

Beneath his red-cross shield.

4 At midnight came the cry,

“To meet thy God, prepare!”

He woke—and caught his Captain’s eye;

Then, strong in faith and prayer,

5 His spirit, with a bound,

Left its encumbering clay;

His tent, at sunrise, on the ground,

A darkened ruin lay.

6 The pains of death are past,

Labor and sorrow cease;

And life’s long warfare, closed at last,

His soul is found in peace.