1 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims
For all the pious dead:
Sweet is the savor of their names,
And soft their dying-bed.
2 They died in Jesus, and are blest;
How calm their slumbers are!
From sufferings and from woes released,
And freed from every snare.
3 Till that illustrious morning come,
When all thy saints shall rise,
And, decked in full immortal bloom,
Attend thee to the skies.
4 Their tongues, great Prince of life, shall join
With their recovered breath,
And all th' immortal host ascribe
Their victory to thy death.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #929