Sudden Chorus of the Slain Warriors is Heard from on High

From the heavenly, clear, invisible, home Our voices come: No joy can resemble the joy which reigns In our seraph veins. Lov'd ones, lov'd ones, weep for us not, Soon shall ye here partake of our lot; High o'er the stars' extremest line The sun of affection more bright shall shine: Brothers, brothers, 't is sweet to die For the land of our birth, and the maid of our eye. Blest are ye who like us shall fall; The righteous Jehovah rewards, above, Courage and love: Hallelujah, peace be with you all!