Hymn 18

Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaims, For all the pious dead; Sweet is the savor of their names, And soft their sleeping bed.

They die in Jesus, and are blest; How kind their slumbers are! From suff'rings and from sins released, And freed from every snare.

Far from this world of toil and strife, They're present with the Lord; The labors of their mortal life End in a large reward.