And Now, Belovèd Lord, Thy Soul Resigning

And now

be­lov­èd Lord

Thy soul re­sign­ing

Into Thy Fa­ther’s arms

With con­scious will

Calmly

with re­ve­rend grace

Thy head in­clin­ing

The throb­bing brow

And la­bor­ing breast grow still.

Freely Thy life

Thou yields

meek­ly bend­ing

E’en to the last

Beneath our sor­rows’ load

Yet strong in death

In per­fect peace com­mend­ing

Thy Spir­it to

Thy Fa­ther and Thy God.

My Sav­ior

in mine hour

Of mor­tal ang­uish

When earth grows dim

And round me falls the night

O breathe Thy peace

As flesh and spir­it lang­uish

At that dread ev­en­tide

Let there be light.

To Thy dear cross

Turn Thou my eyes in dy­ing;

Lay but my faint­ing

Head up­on Thy breast;

Those out­stretched arms

Receive my lat­est sigh­ing;

And then

oh! then

Thine ev­er­last­ing rest.

O love! o’er mor­tal

Agony vic­tor­ious

Now is Thy tri­umph!

Now that cross shall shine

To earth’s re­mot­est age

Revered and glo­ri­ous

Of suf­fer­ing’s deep­est

Mystery the sign.

The pre­sent

past

And fu­ture here are blend­ing

Moment su­preme

In this world’s his­to­ry

Mid dark­ness

op­en­ing

Graves

and mount­ains rend­ing

New light is dawn­ing

On hu­man­ity.