547. C. M. Watts. |Blessed are the dead, who die in the Lord.|
1 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims,
For all the pious dead;
Sweet is the savor of their names,
And soft their sleeping bed.
2 They die in Jesus, and are blessed;
How kind their slumbers are!
From sufferings and from sin released,
And freed from every snare.
3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord!
The labors of their mortal life
End in a large reward.