Verse 1
It is the Lord—whose will is done!
He to the end hath loved his own,
And now requir’d his Bride;
Who went, her mansion to prepare,
Hath brought her home, his joy to share,
And triumph at his side.

Verse 2
Her mourning days are finish’d soon,
Her sun of life gone down at noon;
But why shoud we complain
That Mercy hath abridg’d her years,
And snatch’d her from our vale of tears
In endless bliss to reign?

Verse 3
To keep her here in vain we strove:
She mounts! she claps her wings above!
She grasps the glittering prize!
In answer to our mended prayers,
Injoying with salvation’s heirs
The life that never dies!

Verse 4
And can we now our Loss regret,
Or wish to tear her from, her seat,
Where high-inthron’d she sings?
No: rather let us strive t’ increase
The Cloud of Jesus witnesses,
Whom Death to Glory brings.

Verse 5
Pursuing Her, as She her Lord,
And labouring for a full reward,
Our Friend we soon shall join,
The praise of our Salvation give
To Him that doth for ever live,
And to the Lamb Divine.

Verse 6
Hastning the universal doom,
O woudst Thou, Lord, thy power assume,
And bring the kingdom down,
The number of thy saints compleat,
And us, thro’ patient faith made meet,
With joy eternal crown!