Blessed Are The Dead

Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord

Hear what the voice from Heaven proclaims
For all the pious dead.
Great is the savour of their names
And soft their sleeping-Bed
They die in Jesus and are Blessed
How kind their slumbers are
From suffring’s and from sins released
And freed from every share.
For from this world of toil and strife
They’re present with the Lord
The labours of their pious life
End in a large reward.

— from the gravestone of my great-great-great-great-great-great grandparents

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