19. The peace of a young Christian's life and death

1 Blest door of bliss, to weary saints,
Thou art, grim Death, become;
Secur'd as in a cabinet,
Their dust is in the tomb.

2 By death they enter to those joys,
Prepar'd for them above;
There they are ever swallowed up
In endless life and love.

3 Lo! there they see as they are seen,
With clear unclouded views:
And here they hear of nothing else
But joyful glorious news.

4 Anthem of joy and praise are there,
With hallelujahs sung:
Who would be fond of this vain world,
This dross, this dirt, this dung?

5 The saints forever do behold
Their dearest Jesus' face;
There always they admiring are
Eternal boundless grace.

6 They're in the house not made with hands,
In heaven eternally
They dwell, and with the rays of Christ
They shine most gloriously.

7 They're freed from labor, sorrow, sin,
From cumbrance, peril, pain:
Then we shall find whate'er we did
For Christ, was not in vain.

8 Now Heav'n's work is here begun,
The work of singing praise,
The work and will of God in Christ,
Which there will last always.

Text Information
First Line: Blest door of bliss, to weary saints
Title: The peace of a young Christian's life and death
Language: English
Publication Date: 1800
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