Precious in His Sight


And they who die in Christ shall see the light
Of His bright countenance that calls, “draw nigh.”
His saint’s sweet death is precious in His sight.

And blest are those who die with heart contrite,
For grace, alone, on God they did rely.
And they who die in Christ shall see the light.

Their rest shall only be a short goodnight
For in the morn the Lord shall purify.
His saint’s sweet death is precious in His sight.

He shall protect them with an arm of might
And to His greatness they shall testify.
And they who die in Christ shall see the light.

Their gain is Christ, Himself, the radiant light.
And they, the chords of death shall ne’er more tie.
His saint’s sweet death is precious in His sight.

God Sabaoth, Himself, alone is right.
And to His rest shall none of them, deny.
And they who die in Christ shall see the light
His saint’s sweet death is precious in His sight.

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