5 Soon shall I pas° the gloomy vail;
Soon all my mortal powers must fail:
Oh, may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death!
6 Then let me mount and soar away
To the bright world of endless day;
And sing, with rapture and surprise,
His loving-kindness, in the skies!
i Selvin, S. M. A. M. Toplady,
i If, through unruffled seas,
Toward heaven we calmly sail,
With grateful hearts, O God, to thee,
We'll own the favoring gale.
2 But should the surges rise,
And rest delay to come,
Blest be the sorrow—kind the storm,
Which drives us nearer home.
3 Soon shall our doubts and fears
All yield to thy control:
Thy tender mercies shall illume
The midnight of the soul.
4 Teach us, in every state,
To make thy will our own;
And, when the joys of sense depart,
To live by faith alone.