In hope my soul, redeemed to bliss unending,
To heaven’s glorious height by faith ascending,
Is mindful ever
That Christ did sever
The bonds of death that I might live forever.
In Him I have salvation’s way discovered,
The heritage for me He hath recovered.
Though death o’ertakes me,
Christ ne’er forsakes me,
To everlasting life He surely wakes me.
More radiant there than sun e’er shone in brightness,
My soul shall shine before God’s throne in whiteness.
My God, who knows me,
In glory clothes me,
As He declared when for His own He chose me.
O may I come where strife and grief are ended,
Where all Thy saints shall meet, with peace attended!
Grant, Lord, Thy favor
And mercy ever
And turn my sorrow into joy forever.
Lord Jesus Christ, keep me prepared and waking
Till from the vale of tears Thy bride Thou’rt taking
To dwell in heaven,
Where joy is given
And clouds of darkness are forever riven.
I hoppet sig min frälsta själ förnöjer
Elle Andersdatter, 1645
Tr. George H. Trabert, †1931