Thus swiftly fled his life away!
2 Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death timely came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
And bade it bloom for ever there.
3 He died to sin, and all its woes,
But for a moment felt the rod—
On love’s triumphant wing he rose,
To rest for ever with his God!
Cunningham.