The glistening eye, gave back reply,
Then rose on high, the heart-felt cry:
Lord grant that I, when called to die,
May thus be blessed, from pain released,
As Heavenly Guest, with Thee to feast:
Oh! be Thou near, my soul to cheer,
That doubt and fear may disappear,
That joy and rest may fill my breast,
That visions bright, of heavenly light,
Like his to-night, may cheer my sight.