Death of a Christian.
1 Dear as thou wert, and justly dear,
We will not weep for thee:
One thought shall check the starting tear
It is, that thou art free.
2 And thus shall faith's consoling power
The tears of love restrain:
O, who that saw thy parting hour
Could wish thee here again!
3 Triumphant in thy closing eye
The hope of glory shone;
Joy breathed in thy expiring sigh,
To think the race was run.
4 The passing spirit gently fled,
Sustained by grace divine;
O, may such grace on us be shed,
And make our end like thine.