Hymn 516
How sweet the hour of closing day
Igba aṣalẹ ti dùn to !
- How sweet the hour of closing day,
When all is peaceful and serene,
And when the sun, with cloudless ray,
Sheds mellow luster o’er the scene! - Such is the Christian’s parting hour;
So peacefully he sinks to rest,
When faith, endued from Heav’n with power,
Sustains and cheers his languid breast. - Mark but that radiance of his eye,
That smile upon his wasted cheek;
They tell us of his glory nigh,
In language that no tongue can speak. - A beam from Heav’n is sent to cheer
The pilgrim on his gloomy road;
And angels are attending near,
To bear him to their bright abode. - Who would not wish to die like those
Whom God’s own Spirit deigns to bless?
To sink into that soft repose,
Then wake to perfect happiness? Amen.