In death when all Thy Saints depart,
To rest down by Thy side;
They are freed from all wickedness,
All sin, guilt, and pride.
When all Thy precious sheep lie down,
Thine hands shalt dearly hold them;
They wilt behold the precious crown,
The one of thorns bore for them.
Glorified before Thy throne,
We wilt stand in honor;
And adore Thy precious Son,
Whom will not let us wander.
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