In the hour of death after this life s him
When the heart beats low .and the eyes grow dim .
And pain has exhausted every limb .
The loves of the lord shall turns in him.
When the will has forgotten the lifelong aim .
And the mind can only disgrace its fame.
When the last sigh is heaved and the last tear shed .
And the coffin is waiting beside the bed .
And the window and child forsake the dead.
The angel of the lord shall lift this dead.
For even purest delight may pall .
And power must fail and the pride must fall .
And the love of the dearest friend grow small .
But the glory of the lord is all in all...
R.D .Blackmore) )
