1 Happy who in Jesus live,
But happier still are they
Who to God their spirits give,
And 'scape from earth away:
Lord, thou read'st the panting heart,
Lord, thou hear'st the praying sigh;
O 'tis bitter to depart,
'Tis better far to die.

2 Yet if so thy will ordain
For our companions' good,
Let us in the flesh remain,
And meekly bear the load.
When we have our grief fill'd up,
When we all our works have done,
Late partakers of our hope,
And sharers of thy throne.

3 To thy wise and gracious will
We quietly submit,
Waiting for redemption still,
But waiting at thy feet:
When thou wilt the blessing give,
Call us up thy face to see,
Only let thy servants live,
And let us die to thee.