When earthly eyes at last in death grow dim,
And final breath escapes the mortal frame,
The soul awakes—not lost in darkness grim,
But bathed in light that bears the Savior’s name.

No grave could hold what Christ has made His own;
The veil is torn, the chains of flesh undone.
In one swift instant, heaven’s joy is known—
The believer rises to behold the Son.

What splendor bursts upon the ransomed sight!
The throne of God in radiant glory shines;
The Lamb once slain now reigns in perfect light,
And every tear is wiped from weary eyes.

No pain, no sorrow, no more parting’s sting—
The streets of gold reflect eternal day;
The saints in white with joyful voices sing,
While angels join the everlasting lay.

They see the face they longed for through the years,
The loved ones gone before now safe and whole;
No trace of grief, no weight of earthly tears—
All made complete within the Savior’s soul.

Precious in His sight, the death of His saints—
A doorway opened to the Father’s breast;
Where faith gives way to sight, and hope to praise,
And perfect love enfolds the soul at rest.

O glorious dawn! The mortal put away,
The corruptible clothed in immortality;
What eye hath not seen, what ear hath never heard,
Now floods the heart with pure felicity.

Here is no night, for Christ Himself the Light—
The tree of life bears fruit in endless spring;
The river of life flows clear and bright,
And worship rises on the angels’ wing.

Beloved mourner, when thy heart is torn
And grief lies heavy on the weary breast,
Know this: thy loved one walks in perfect morn,
Awake in glory, safe in endless rest.
They gaze upon the Savior’s radiant face,
Where sorrow’s shadow never dares to fall;
Rejoice in hope — by God’s abundant grace,
One glorious day you too shall meet them all,
Arrayed in light where death has lost its claim,
And endless joy shall swallow every pain.