Hush! blessed are the dead
In Jesus’ arms who rest,
And lean their weary head
Forever on His breast.

O beatific sight!
No darkling veil between-
They see the Light of Light,
Whom here they loved unseen.

Their voice, their touch, their smile-
Those love-springs flowing over-
Earth for its little while
Shall never know them more.

But soon at break of day,
His calm Almighty voice,
Stronger than death, shall say,
Awake! arise! rejoice!