How blest the children of the Lord,
Who, walking in His sight,
Make all the precepts of His word,
Their study and delight.

That precious wealth shall be their dower,
Which cannot know decay;
Which moth or rust shall ne’er devour,
Nor spoiler take away.

For them that heavenly light shall spread,
Whose cheering rays illume
The darkest hours of life, and shed
A halo round the tomb.

Their works of piety and love,
Performed through Christ their Lord,
Forever registered above,
Shall meet a sure reward.