“Servant of God well done!

From all your iabours, rest;

Thou has fought and Thou has triumphed,

Enter Thy Master’s joy,"

The call came in the night,

He rais’d himself to heat,

The arrow of death enter’d in,

He fell, but did not fear.

The midnight cry went forth,

"Arise to meet Thy God!"

He woke, and saw his commander

Through prayer and in faith;

His soul rose up at once,

Left this body of clay;

When morn broke, this body of clay

Was found lying down dead.

The pangs of death is past,

Cares and distress are o'er,

The days of fighting are all gone,

His heart has found real peace,

Soldier of Christ, “well done”

Keep singing songs of joy;

Take thy rest in Thy Saviour's breast,

And rest eternally.