1 Come, come, sweet death, Which leads to God,
And brings us to our blessed Saviour.
In that blest place where face to face
The ransomed host sings to God's praise and favor.
2 Hence vanity, e'en world and time,
My heart longs for its home in heaven.
Here tears oppress, but all distress
Shall change to joy when His reward is given.
3 Thy holiness that pure white dress
Is there Thy host with grace adorning.
Our thanks and praise to God we'll raise,
With joyful songs of gratitude resounding.
4 Come, come, sweet death, us from distress
From cross and sorrow to deliver.
Eternity where we shall be
United with eternal joys forever.