Late of Herts.
My Friends are fled from mortal eye,
God sent the just decree;
Let us submit to him on high,
Who made the Earth and Sea.
I hear again that death has paid,
A second visit where,
Lately dwelt a virtuous maid,
And parent’s tender care.
Dear Madam, let your troubled, breast,
This Earthly comfort find;
God alone can lull to rest
The widow’s downcast mind.
Late did your worthy partner say,
From death no one can flee;
Ere many months are pass’d away,
Our Nancy rests by me.
Clos’d in that spot from public view,
I’ve pointed out the grave;
Let pious thoughts stern grief subdue,
Jesus repentants save.
Adieu! he cried to all around,
That stood beside his bed;
Sweet mercies to us will abound,
If we by grace are led.
We know that our redeemer live,
Beside the God of all;
Who will our errors all forgive,
If we sincerely call.
Death came mantling on his brow,
With firmness still he prayed;
O God, on sinners mercy show,
Ere in the grave we’re laid.
His wife and children now deplore
Their loss with many a sigh,
And so does many labouring poor,
With many a weeping eye.