Oh, Sing the Blessèd Hope

Oh

sing the bless­èd hope

ye saints!

To us who’re now alive:

Before in death the bo­dy faints

Our rap­ture may ar­rive.

Those laid in dust shall wake and sing

Who now thro’ Je­sus sleep;

For God with Him will sure­ly bring

The saints for whom we weep.

And as Thy com­ing

Lord

draws nigh

Caught up in clouds we’ll sing

O grave

where is thy vic­to­ry?

O death

where is thy sting?

No whirl­wind’s force a pas­sage rends

For one loved saint alone;

The Lord Him­self from Heav’n des­cends

And takes up all His own.