55. DYING I AM BLEST.Great kings must leave their thrones and rule unjust,Philosophers forget their idle schemes,Beauty her form, and poets too their dreams,And rich men mingle with the worthless dust.Alas, what is the earth to poor man's trust?How fleeting all earth's joys, like rushing streams!Yet 'tis not dark to me: I see bright gleams,Which from my God on high on me outburst,—Visions of good eternal in the skies:—My sins effac'd by blood,—redeeming love,—God's Son, once on the cross, enthroned above,—My long-lost ones again before my eyes,With all the good.—I cry, "Death brings me rest;Through thee, O Jesus,Dying I am Blest!"
55. DYING I AM BLEST.
Great kings must leave their thrones and rule unjust,Philosophers forget their idle schemes,Beauty her form, and poets too their dreams,And rich men mingle with the worthless dust.Alas, what is the earth to poor man's trust?How fleeting all earth's joys, like rushing streams!Yet 'tis not dark to me: I see bright gleams,Which from my God on high on me outburst,—Visions of good eternal in the skies:—My sins effac'd by blood,—redeeming love,—God's Son, once on the cross, enthroned above,—My long-lost ones again before my eyes,With all the good.—I cry, "Death brings me rest;Through thee, O Jesus,Dying I am Blest!"
Great kings must leave their thrones and rule unjust,
Philosophers forget their idle schemes,
Beauty her form, and poets too their dreams,
And rich men mingle with the worthless dust.
Alas, what is the earth to poor man's trust?
How fleeting all earth's joys, like rushing streams!
Yet 'tis not dark to me: I see bright gleams,
Which from my God on high on me outburst,—
Visions of good eternal in the skies:—
My sins effac'd by blood,—redeeming love,—
God's Son, once on the cross, enthroned above,—
My long-lost ones again before my eyes,
With all the good.—I cry, "Death brings me rest;
Through thee, O Jesus,Dying I am Blest!"