1 O how blest are ye beyond our telling
Who have passed through death, with God are dwelling,
For ever risen
From the troubles of our earthly prison.
2 Here as in a dungeon, grief hath bound us,
Cares and fear and terrors still surround us;
Our best endeavour
But in toil and heart-ache issues ever;
3 While that ye are in your mansions resting,
Safe and free at last from all molesting
No pain or sighing
There may break the rest you are enjoying.
4 Christ doth wipe away all tears and crying,
Ye possess what we must seek with sighing;
To you are chanted
Songs that ne'er to mortal ears were granted.
5 O who would not for that realm of gladness
Fain forsake this world of grief and sadness?
Who loves delaying
In a land of shadows and decaying?
6 Come, we pray Thee, from out post release us,
Quickly guide us to Thy heaven, Lord Jesus:
In Thee our spirit
Can alone true joy and rest inherit.
Source: Hymn Book: for the use of Evangelical Lutheran schools and congregations #120