HARK! a voice divides the sky— Happy are the faithful dead Who in Jesus sweetly die, Who from all their toils are freed; Them the Spirit has declared Blest, unutterably blest; Jesus is their great reward, Jesus is their endless rest.
Followed by their works, they go Where their Lord has gone before; Reconciled by grace below, Grace has opened mercy’s door; Justified through faith alone, Here they knew their sins forgiven; Here they laid their burden down, Hallowed, and prepared for Heaven.
Borne into the world above, Angels bright the saints shall greet, Bear them to the throne of love, Place them at the Saviour’s feet; Jesus smiles, and says, ‘Well done, Good and faithful servant thou; Enter, and receive thy crown, Reign with the triumphant now.’
Charles Wesley, 1707-88