Purchas’d us the great reward,
Then from earth to heaven ascended:
Victor e’en in death, He said,
“Father! it is finished.”
May we soon approach Thee near,
We who long on earth have striven!
Storms and night surround us here,
Bright and peaceful ’tis in heaven:
Death may strike, and graves may yawn,
Yonder beams life’s endless dawn.