Servant of God, well done!
Thy glorious warfare�s past;
The battle�s fought, the race is won,
And thou art crowned at last.

Of all thy heart�s desire
Triumphantly possessed;
Lodged by the ministerial choir
In thy Redeemer�s breast.

In condescending love,
Thy ceaseless prayer He heard;
And bade thee suddenly remove
To thy complete reward.

Ready to bring the peace,
Thy beauteous feet were shod,
When mercy signed thy soul�s release,
And caught thee up to God.

With saints enthroned on high,
Thou dost thy Lord proclaim,
And still to God salvation cry,
Salvation to the Lamb!

O happy, happy soul!
In ecstasies of praise,
Long as eternal ages roll,
Thou seest Thy Savior�s face.

Redeemed from earth and pain,
Ah! when shall we ascend,
And all in Jesus� presence reign
With our translated friend?

Come, Lord, and quickly come!
And, when in Thee complete,
Receive Thy longing servants home,
To triumph at Thy feet.