Precious [important and no light matter] in the sight of the Lord is the death of His Saints – His loving ones.
But the souls of the virtuous are in the hands of God,
No torment shall ever touch them.
In the eyes of the unwise, they did appear to die,
Their going looked like a disaster,
Their leaving us, like annihilation;
But they are in peace.
If they experienced punishment as men see it,
Their hope was rich with immortality;
Slight was their affliction, great will their blessing be.
God has put them to the test
And proved them worthy to be with Him;
He has tested them like gold in a furnace,
And accepted them as a holocaust.
When the time comes for his visitation they will shine out;
As sparks run through the stubble, so will they.
They shall judge nations, rule over peoples,
And the Lord will be their King for ever.
They who trust in Him will understand the truth,
Those who are faithful will live with Him in love;
For grace and mercy await those He has chosen.
Yet people look on, uncomprehending;
It does not enter their heads
That grace and mercy await the chosen of the Lord,
And protection, His holy ones.
The virtuous man who dies condemns the godless who survive,
And youth’s untimely end the protracted age of the wicked.
These people see the wise man’s ending
Without understanding what the Lord has in store for him
Or why he has taken them to safety;
He has come to be counted as one of the sons of God,
He has come to be assigned a place among the saints.