513 Death in all this world prevaileth

1 Death in all this world prevaileth; Human life, a summer flower; Blooms at morn, at even faileth, But there comes a brighter hour. When o'er death shall rise victorious, And appear in arms more glorious, To a better life restored, Who have loved and served their Lord. 2 Jesus yielded up His spirit, And His ransomed people gain Life eternal by His merit; Death has armed his sting in vain. For the unfettered soul ascendeth To the world which never endeth, There without a veil to see God's true face eternally. 3 There is life that knows no sadness, There, a numberless array, White-robed denizens of gladness, Unto God their homage pay: Choirs aloud to choir rejoices, Seraphs with delighted voices Holy, holy, holy, sing To their Triune God and King. 4 There the patriarchs abiding, There the prophets all have rest, There the noble twelve residing In their Master's love are blest; There the saints in holy splendor To the Lamb their praises render, Harping sweet in solemn strains "Hallelujah! Jesus reigns."