On the Death of Thomas Beard, Hymn 15

Join all ye ransom'd sons of grace,
The holy joy prolong,
And shout to the Redeemer's praise
A solemn midnight song.

Blessing, and thanks, and love, and might
Be to our Jesus given,
Who turns our darkness into light,
Who turns our hell to heaven.

Thither our faithful souls He leads,
Thither He bids us rise;
With crowns of joy upon our heads,
To meet Him in the skies.

To seal the universal doom,
The skies He soon shall bow —
But if Thou must at midnight come,
O let us meet Thee now!