Dearest of Names, Our Lord, Our King!

Dearest of names

our Lord

our king!

Jesus

Thy praise we hum­bly sing;

In cheer­ful songs will spend our breath

And in Thee tri­umph over death.

Death is no more among our foes

Since Christ the migh­ty Con­quer­or rose;

Both pow­er and sting the Sav­ior broke

He died

and gave the fin­ished stroke.

Saints die

and we should gent­ly weep;

Sweetly in Je­sus’ arms they sleep;

Far from this world of sin and woe

Nor sin

nor pain

nor grief they know.

Death no ter­ri­fic foe ap­pears

An an­gel’s love­ly form he wears;

A friend­ly mes­sen­ger he proves

To ev­ery soul whom Je­sus loves.

Death is a sleep; and O

how sweet

To souls pre­pared its stroke to meet!

Their dy­ing beds

their graves are blessed

For all to them is peace and rest.

Their bo­dies sleep

their souls take wing

Uprise to Heav­en

and there they sing

With joy

be­fore the Sav­ior’s face

Triumphant in vic­tor­ious grace.

Soon shall the earth’s re­mot­est bound

Feel the arch­an­gel’s trum­pet sound;

Then shall the graves’ dark ca­verns shake

And joy­ful

all the saints shall wake.

Bodies and souls shall then unite

Arrayed in glo­ry strong and bright;

And all His saints will Je­sus bring

His face to see

His love to sing.

O

may I live with Je­sus nigh

And sleep in Je­sus when I die!

Then joy­ful

when from death I wake

I shall eter­nal bliss par­take.