The Death of the Righteous
“O most delightful hour by man
Experienc’d here below,
The hour that terminates his span,
His folly, and his wo!
“Worlds should not bribe me back to tread
Again life’s dreary waste,
To see again my day o’erspread
With all the gloomy past.
“My home henceforth is in the skies;
Earth, seas, and sun, adieu;
All heaven unfolded to my eyes,
I have no sight for you.”
So speaks the Christian, firm possess’d
Of faith’s supporting rod,
Then breathes his soul into its rest,
The bosom of his God.
Text: History of Jenny Hickling: An Authentic Narrative. Published by the American Tract Society, 150 Nassau-Street, New-York [c. 1825].