590 Blessed are the heirs of heaven,

1 Blessed are the heirs of heaven, The dead, who die in Christ forgiven, They from their labors have release; Saith the Spirit: they are resting, No sting of death is them molesting, For they have found the home of peace; In peace they sweetly rest, Forever they are blest, Hallelujah! Before God's throne to His dear Son Do follow them their works well done. 2 Glory, honor and thanksgiving, Be unto God the ever-living, And to the Lamb for sinners slain! Ransomed host that now victorious Have won the crown of life all glorious, Extol the Lamb, enthroned to reign! For us Himself He gave, He sank into the grave, He is risen! He went before, death's pathway o'er, We follow to the heavenly shore. 3 Sun nor moon their light are casting Where God in glory everlasting Dispels the gloomy shades of night; Now the wished-for day appeareth, O blessed sight, our souls it cheereth, The Lamb is now our sun and light! No more we weep or moan, The former things are gone, Hallelujah! Death's shades now flee, we rise to see The dayspring of eternity.