Verse 1
Come, to the house of mourning come,
The house of serious, solemn joy,
Let us, till all are taken home,
Our lives in songs of praise employ.

Verse 2
Accomplish’d is our sister’s strife,
Her happier soul is gone before,
Her struggle for eternal life,
Her glorious agony is o’er.

Verse 3
The captive exile is releas’d,
Is with her Lord in paradise,
Of perfect paradise possest,
And waiting for the heavenly prize:

Verse 4
In her no spot of sin remain’d,
To shake her confidence in God,
The victory here she more than gain’d,
Triumphant thro’ her Saviour’s blood.

Verse 5
She now the fight of faith hath fought,
Finish’d and won the Christian race,
She found on earth the Lord she sought,
And now beholds him face to face.

Verse 6
She died in sure and stedfast hope,
By Jesus wholly sanctified,
Her perfect spirit she gave up,
And sunk into his arms, and died.

Verse 7
Thus may we all our parting breath
Into the Saviour’s hands resign—
O Jesu! Let me die her death,
And let her latter end be mine!