One by one God’s faith­ful work­ers
Yield their bo­dies to the foe;
One by one our ranks are thin­ning,
Where’s the end but God doth know;
But, look up! my soul, de­spond not,
Signs ful­fill in earth and sky!
Lift thy head, re­joice! take cour­age!
Thy re­demp­tion draw­eth nigh!

Of this truth now be per­suad­ed:
He who loved us, loves us still;
When we pa­tient­ly have wait­ed,
Faithfully have done His will;
Then will op­en wide the por­tal
To the man­sions bright and fair,
And He’ll bid us life im­mor­tal
With our pre­cious loved ones share.

Then our toil will be for­got­ten,
All our pain­ful vi­gils past;
Times when Sa­tan al­most con­quered,
Nevermore their sha­dows cast;
For He’s com­ing! Prince of Glo­ry!
Coming! vic­to­ry to give!
Ring it out! the rap­tur­ous sto­ry!
Life eter­nal! Saints shall live!

Death no more can claim God’s peo­ple—
Graves no more hide from our sight
Those we’ve loved, es­teemed and hon­ored—
Those who’ve helped us in the fight.
Praise the name of our Re­deem­er!
Soon the saved be­neath the sod
Will, with us, sing al­le­lu­ias
In the presence of our God!