For a Dying Friend, Part 2

Happy soul, from prison freed,
Lay thy earthly burden down;
Bow, with Jesus bow thy head,
Die, and take the starry crown.

Let the dust return to dust;
Thou, on wings of angels borne,
To the spirits of the just
Perfected in love return.

Leave a world of sin and pain,
Happier brother, go before;
We shall quickly meet again,
Quickly meet, and part no more.

Thou art earlier restored,
Minister'd an entrance is
To the kingdom of thy Lord,
To thy Master's endless bliss.

Jesus, Lord, his soul receive,
Open now Thine arms of love,
Now the glorious circlet give,
Bear him now to joys above;

Take the ransom'd captive home,
Take the purchase of Thy blood;
Dear Desire of nations, come,
Come, and bring us all to God.