March 31

Peace in Death

Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright: for the end of that man is peace. — Ps 37:37

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

Life’s labour done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies;
While heaven and earth combine to say,
“How bless’d the righteous when he dies!”