In glorious triumph o'er de- cay.

And calmly shall this body sleep
Till God shall death himself destroy,
And raise it into glorious joy.

6 He suffered pain and grief below; Christ heals him now from all his woe;

For him hath endless joy begun;
He shines in glory like the sun.

7 Then let us leave him to his rest, And homeward turn, for he is blest; And we must well our souls prepare, When death shall come, to meet him there.

8 So help us, Christ, our hope in loss;
Thou hast redeemed us by Thy cross
From endless death and misery;
We praise, we bless, we worship Thee.
M. Weisse, 1531