Sorrow turned to joy.

HAPPY soul! thy days are ended, All thy mourning days below: Go, by angel guards attended, To the sight of Jesus go! Waiting to receive thy spirit, Lo' the Savior stands above: Shows the purchase of his merit, Reaches out the crown of love.

Struggling through the latest passion, To thy dear Redeemer's breast, To his uttermost salvation, To his everlasting rest; For the joy he sets before thee, Bear thy transitory pain; Die, to live a life of glory; Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.