1 "Servant of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ;
The battle fought, the vict'ry won,
Enter thy Master's joy."

2 The voice at midnight came;
He started up to hear,
A mortal arrow pierced his frame,
He fell, but felt no fear.

3 The pains of death are past,
Labor and sorrow cease;
And life's long warfare closed at last,
His soul is found in peace.