Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaims, For all the pious dead; Sweet is the savor of their names, And soft their sleeping bed.
They die in Jesus, and are blest; How kind their slumbers are! From suff'rings and from sins released, And freed from every snare.
Far from this world of toil and strife, They're present with the Lord; The labors of their mortal life End in a large reward.
~ Isaac Watts
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