O Lord, to Whom the Spirits Live

O Lord

to whom the spir­its live

Of all the faith­ful passed away

Unto their path that bright­ness give

Which shin­eth to the per­fect day.

O Lamb of God

Re­deem­er blest

Grant them eter­nal light and rest.

Bless Thou the dead which die in Thee;

As Thou hast giv­en them re­lease;

So quick­en them Thy face to see

And give them ev­er­last­ing peace.

In Thy green

plea­sant pas­tures feed

The sheep which Thou hast sum­moned hence;

And by the still

cool wa­ters lead

Thy flock in lov­ing pro­vi­dence.

How long

O ho­ly Lord

how long

Must we and they ex­pect­ant wait

To hear the glad­some brid­al song

To see Thee in Thy roy­al state?

O heark­en

Sav­ior

to their cry

O rend the heav­ens and come down

Make up the jew­els speed­ily

And set them in Thy gold­en crown.

Direct us with Thine arm of might

And bring us

per­fect­ed with them

To dwell with­in Thy ci­ty bright

The heav­en­ly Je­ru­sa­lem.