Son, good and faithful, well done, 



Lay the cross and armor down: 

 Swift thy race of life hast run, 



Quickly thou hast earned thy crown: 

 Enter thou the realm of bliss, 



Calm and peaceful be thy rest, 

 While friends on earth thy spirit miss, 



Thou canst recline on Jesus' breast. 



Thou shalt have a robe of white, 



A victor's palm thy hand shalt bear: 

 And in that world with spirits bright, 



A crown of righteousness shalt wear, 

 Until thy brethren, martyrs here, 



Have kept the faith, and fought the fight, 

 Then Christ shall brush away our tears, 



Ourspirits kindred will unite. 



