1 How sweet the hour of closing day,
When all is peaceful and serene,
And when the sun, with cloudless ray,
Sheds mellow luster o'er the scene!
2 Such is the Christian's parting hour;
So peacefully he sinks to rest;
When faith, endued from heaven with power,
Sustains and cheers his languid breast.
3 Mark but that radiance of his eye,
That smile upon his wasted cheek:
They tell us of his glory nigh,
In language that no tongue can speak.
4 A beam from heaven is sent to cheer
The pilgrim on his gloomy road;
And angels are attending near,
To bear him to their bright abode.
5 Who would not wish to die like those
Whom God's own Spirit deigns to bless,
To sink into that soft repose,
Then wake to perfect happiness?
|First Line:||How sweet the hour of closing day|
|Topic:||Life and Death; The Christian's Parting Hour|