I know that blessed name thy heart can cheer;
Jesus can surely make thy dying bed
Feel soft and sweet as downy pillows are,
While on his breast thou lean’st thy fainting head,
To breathe away thy life, till all thy life has fled.
XXVIII.
O, dearest! fear no evil; for thy God
Through the dark vale thy falt’ring feet will guide;
Death’s gloomy shade will soon be safely trod,
With such a kind companion by thy side;