1 Oh, how blest are they whose toils are ended,
Who through death have unto God ascended!
They have arisen
From the cares which keep us still in prison.
2 We are still as in a dungeon living,
Still oppressed with sorrow and misgiving;
Are but toils and troubles and heartbreakings.
3 They meanwhile are in their chambers sleeping,
Quiet and set free from all our weeping;
No cross or sadness
There can hinder their untroubled gladness.
4 Christ has wiped away their tears forever;
They have that for which we still endeavor;
By them are chanted
Songs that ne'er to mortal ears were granted.
5 Come, 0 Christ, and loose the chains that bind us;
Lead us forth and cast this world behind us.
With You, th'Anointed,
Finds the soul its joy and rest appointed.
Source: Lutheran Service Book #679
|First Line:||O how blest are ye whose toils are ended|
|Title:||O How Blest Are Ye Whose Toils Are Ended|
|German Title:||O wie selig seid ihr doch, ihr Frommen|
|Translator:||Henry W. Longfellow|