Christian Worship Peaceful Death Of The Righteous.

I looked upon the righteous man,
And saw his parting breath,
Without a struggle or a sigh,
Serenely yield to death:
There was no anguish on his brow,
Nor terror in his eye;
The spoiler aimed a fatal dart,
But lost the victory.

I looked upon the righteous man,
And heard the holy prayer
Which rose above that breathless form,
To soothe the mourners’ care,
And felt how precious was the gift
He to his loved ones gave,-
The stainless memory of the just,
The wealth beyond the grave.

I looked upon the righteous man;
And all our earthly trust
Of pleasure, vanity, or pride,
Seemed lighter than the dust,
Compared with his celestial gain,-
A home above the sky:
O, grant us, Lord, his life to live,
That we like him may die.