Passing through sin and decay, enduring the tribulations
The final hour is at hand, soon meeting all those who went before
Weary of this life, of everything that it offers
The journey is at its end, soon reclaiming the final prize
Beaten, broken and chained,
Cursed, spit upon and defamed
Those too good for this world
Now fallen but still risen
For those who are washed by the blood of the Lamb, death is victory
Embraced by glory, rejoicing in the afterlife, for the journey has come to its end
In sickness and in capture, some tortured and murdered
Being faithful unto death, and receiving a crown of life
Not denying the One who has shed His blood for us
Through these tests of faith, now reaching the goal
Beaten, broken and chained,
Cursed, spit upon and defamed
Those too good for this world
Now fallen but still risen
For those who are washed by the blood of the Lamb, death is victory
Embraced by glory, rejoicing in the afterlife, for the journey has come to its end
The righteous man perishes at the hand of evil, and no one takes it to heart;
Faithful and devout men are taken away, while no one understands that the righteous is taken away, to be spared from harm.
He enters into peace through death;
They rest in their graves,
Each one who walked uprightly,
Who followed God's will, living with integrity.
Precious in the sight of the Lord
Is the death of his faithful servants.
Isaiah 57: 1-2, Psalm 116: 15