When we see them sunk in pain.
When we see them conq'rors come,
From the cross triumphant home;
When is o'er life's toil and anguish,
Then no more in grief we languish.
Noble heart! in peace now rest thee,
Thou hast vanquish'd every foe,
All afflictions that oppress'd thee,
Overwhelm'd thy heart with woe;
All the toil and misery,