Verse 1
The saints who die of Christ possest,
Enter into immediate rest;
For them no farther test remains
Of purging fires and torturing pains:
Who trusting in their Lord depart,
Cleans’d from all sin, and pure in heart,
The bliss unmixt, the glorious prize,
They find with Christ in paradise.
Verse 2
Close-follow’d by their works they go,
Their Master’s purchas’d joy to know;
Their works enhance the bliss prepar’d,
And each hath its distinct reward:
Yet glorified by grace alone
They cast their crowns before the throne,
And fill the ecchoing courts above
With praises of redeeming love.