Then all in a moment he breaks out and shines,
And travels his heavenly way.
‘And when he comes nearer to finish his race,
Like a fine setting sun, he grows richer in grace,
And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days,
Of rising in brighter array!’
“Farewell, my children. Whether we shall see each other again on this earth, who shall dare to say? But we shall meet again when the last trumpet sounds, and the dead hear the Saviour’s voice, and the saints awake in his likeness. Let us live now as those who are waiting for the Lord, and who long for the hour of his appearing.”
“Oh! when through earth, and sea, and skies,
Th’ archangel’s final summons flies,
May we, through Christ, immortal rise