Thy blest words, O Christ, we trust;
For though the body slumber long,
Thou wilt raise the mouldering dust.
Then cherished friends, long parted,
That glorious morn shall meet;
All washed from sins in Jesus’ blood,
And in a Saviour’s love complete.
And kindred souls, united,
Their way to heaven shall wing;
While, with their songs triumphant,