147. Sweet Death, Come Thou

1. Sweet death, come thou
And bring us now
To God and to our precious Savior,
To that dear place
Where God’s free grace,
Before His throne is praised by saints forever.

2. Vain world, away!
Away, earth’s day!
The heart longs for the heavenly morrow,
Where every grief shall find relief
In joys that take the place of earthly sorrow.

3. O city fair,
With falls foursquare,
And gates from many jewels glowing;
Forever bright,
Because its light
God and the Lamb are endlessly bestowing.

4. There holiness,
That glorious dress
Will freely to all saints be given;
There we shall raise
To God the praise
That echoes all the ecstasy of heaven.

5. Sweet death, come thou,
Deliver now
From every cross and bring us yonder,
Where we shall be
Eternally
Filled with a blesséd joy and holy wonder.