Bring to a joyful ending.
One piercing cry, and all is done!
“Father, to thy true hands alone
I now commend my spirit:”
Be this, when sinks our dying heart,
The wish that last shall stir it.
Whoe’er, by sense of sin opprest,
On these blest words his thoughts doth rest,
Thence joy and hope obtaineth:
And, through God’s love and boundless grace,