Souls of the Righteous in the hand of God / Nor hurt nor torment cometh them anigh / O holy hope of immortality / Souls of the Righteous in the hand of God / Souls of the Righteous in the hand of God / To eyes of men unwise, they seem to die / They are at peace, O fairest liberty / Souls of the Righteous in the hand of God / On earth as children chastened by Love’s rod / As gold in furnace tried / So now on high, they shine like stars, a golden galaxy / Souls of the Righteous in the hand of God.

“Souls of the Righteous,” T. Tertius Noble