Write, said the heav'nly voice record,
That blest are all the dead,
Who die in Jesus Christ the Lord:
Yea, yea, the Spirit said;

That henceforth happily they may
From all their labours rest,
Through sin and suff'rings here-away,
Which did their peace molest.

Their works of love amidst annoy,
Which did their faith declare,
Shall follow them to heav'n with joy
And rich perfection there.

These works before them never go
As titles to the bliss,
But follow them, to prove and show,
How clear their title is.

From union to their living Lord,
Their fruits did all proceed;
And now they reap the great reward,
The purchase of their head.