1 Jesus, Thy soul, for ever blest,
Hath gone among the dead,
And to his peaceful place of rest
The dying thief hath led.
2 And all for us; that when, ere long,
We shall resign our breath,
We may not fear to go among
The unseen shades of death.
3 In death's dark vale I soon must be,
But I will nothing fear;
Thy rod and staff will comfort me;
Thou hast Thyself been there.
Source: Church Book: for the use of Evangelical Lutheran congregations #187