Surely the conflict's o'er, the battle's fought;
To see him thus, the Saviour might have wept.
II.
His rest was near--his everlasting rest;
No more I saw him weary and oppressed.
There in the majesty of death he lay
For ever comforted: I could not weep;
He slept, dear father! his last blessed sleep,
Bright in the dawn of the eternal day.
III.