Blessed are the dead, etc.

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 bless'd, How sweet their slumbers are: From suffering and from sin releas'd, 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.