Und die ewge Liebe spricht:
Kind des Vaters, zittre nicht!
[THE DYING CHRISTIAN’S FAREWELL.]
I have a desire to depart, and to be with Christ.
Phil. i. 23.
Go! and let my grave be made—
Tired and weary now with straying,
Farewell to the earth I’ve said,
Heaven’s call to peace obeying:
Calls me now the happy rest
Of the angels ever blest.