How sweet the hour of closing day,
When all is peaceful and serene,
And when the sun, with cloudless ray,
Sheds mellow luster oíer the scene!
Such is the Christianís parting hour;
So peacefully he sinks to rest,
When faith, endued from Heavín with power,
Sustains and cheers his languid breast.
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.
A beam from Heavín is sent to cheer
The pilgrim on his gloomy road;
And angels are attending near,
To bear him to their bright abode.
Who would not wish to die like those
Whom Godís own Spirit deigns to bless?
To sink into that soft repose,
Then wake to perfect happiness?