Death of the Righteous

Verse 1

How blest the righteous when he dies! When sinks a weary soul to rest! How mildly beam the closing eyes! How gently heaves th’expiring breast!

Verse 2

A holy quiet reigns around, A calm which life nor death destroys; And naught disturbs that peace profound Which his unfettered soul enjoys.

Verse 3

Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, Where lights and shades alternate dwell; How bright th'unchanging morn appears! Farewell, inconstant world, farewell!

Verse 4

Life’s labor done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies, While heaven and earth combine to say, "How blest the righteous when he dies!" Amen.