Hark! A Voice Divides the Sky

Hark! A voice di­vides the sky!

Happy are the faith­ful dead

In the Lord who sweet­ly die

They from all their toils are freed.

Them the Spir­it hath de­clared

Blessed

un­ut­ter­ably blessed;

Jesus is their great re­ward

Jesus is their end­less rest.

Followed by their works they go

Where their Head has gone be­fore;

Reconciled by grace be­low

Grace has op­ened mer­cy’s door;

Justified through faith alone

Here they knew their sins for­giv’n

Here they laid their bur­den down

Hallowed

and made fit for Heav’n.

Who can now la­ment the lot

Of a saint in Christ de­ceased?

Let the world

who know us not

Call us hope­less and un­blessed:

When from flesh the spir­it freed

Hastens home­ward to re­turn

Mortals cry

A man is dead!

Angels sing

A child is born!

Born into the world ab­ove

They our hap­py bro­ther greet

Bear him to the throne of love

Place him at the Sav­ior’s feet;

Jesus smiles

and says

Well done

Good and faith­ful serv­ant thou;

Enter

and re­ceive thy crown

Reign with Me tri­umph­ant now.

Angels catch th’ap­prov­ing sound

Bow

and bless the just award;

Hail the heir with glo­ry crowned

Now re­joic­ing with his Lord:

Fuller joys or­dained to know

Waiting for the ge­ner­al doom

When th’arch­an­gel’s trump shall blow

Rise

ye dead

to judg­ment come!