"And when released from sin and clay
My happy spirit soars away,
And pauses at the heavenly gate,
Where saints and smiling angels wait,
And views the city bright and fair,—
That Name shall be my passport there!
"Oh then, in calm and holy trust,
Give my poor body to the dust—
Assured that God will guard the clay
Until the Resurrection Day,
When he on whom my soul relies
In thunder tones will bid me rise.
"Amid the earth-devouring storm,
Made like my Saviour's glorious form,
Redeemed from sickness, death, and pain,
I shall awake to life again;
And soul and body both shall be
With Christ throughout eternity."
THE ADIEU.
"You will miss me when I am gone—
At morning, at night, and noon:
I have needed your arm to lean upon,
I shall need it no longer soon.
"I've been helpless for many years,
'No burden' you always said;—
I have claimed your pity, your prayers and tears
You will miss me when I am dead.
"How many a dreary night
You have watched by my couch of pain,
Till the streaming in of morning light—
You will never watch again.
"God taketh not all away
The bitter and sweet he blends,
And I bless his name by night and day
That he has not denied me friends.
"You have shared the heavy load,
Which alone I could not have borne;
I am going now to a bright abode,
But I leave you, alas! to mourn.
"You will miss me when I am gone,
As you never have missed before!
I have needed your arm to lean upon
But soon I shall need it no more.