1 O, for the death of those
Who slumber in the Lord!
O, be like theirs my last repose,
Like theirs my last reward!

2 Their bodies in the ground
In silent hope may lie,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound
Shall call them to the sky.

3 Then ransomed they will soar
On wings of faith and love.
To meet the Saviour they adore,
And reign with him above.

4 With us their names shall live
Through the remaining years,
Embalmed with all our hearts can give
Our praises and our tears.

5 O, for the death of those
Who slumber in the Lord!
O, be like theirs my last repose,
Like theirs my last reward!