Cheerfully we will go to our tombs and rest, for our portion is secured till Jesus comes in his Father’s glory.
Soon, too, my slumbering dust shall hear,
The trumpet’s quickening sound;
And, by my Saviour’s power rebuilt,
At his right hand be found.
These eyes shall see him in that day,
The God that died for me;
And all my rising bones shall say,
Lord, who is like to thee?