How Blest the Righteous When He Dies

How blest the right­eous when he dies!

When sinks a wea­ry soul to rest

How mild­ly beam the clos­ing eyes

How gent­ly heaves th’ex­pir­ing breast!

So fades a sum­mer cloud away;

So sinks a gale when storms are o’er;

So gent­ly shuts the eye of day;

So dies a wave along the shore.

A ho­ly qui­et reigns around

A calm which life nor death de­stroys;

And naught dis­turbs that peace pro­found

Which his un­fet­tered soul en­joys.

Farewell

con­flict­ing hopes and fears

Where lights and shades al­ter­nate dwell;

How bright th’un­chang­ing morn ap­pears!

Farewell

in­con­stant world

far­ewell!

Life’s la­bor done

as sinks the clay

Light from its load the spir­it flies

While Heav’n and earth com­bine to say

How blest the right­eous when he dies!