See, Whilst the Saint Expiring Lies

See

whilst the saint ex­pir­ing lies

Upward he lifts his long­ing eyes;

In praise he spends his lat­est breath

Triumphs in pain

and sings in death.

Oh who can tell what sec­ret pow­er

Supports him in the gloo­my hour;

What un­seen hand is with him there

Or whence pro­ceeds that cheer­ful air?

A smile upon his lips ap­pears

His face a heav’n­ly as­pect wears;

Each grief re­moved

each sin for­giv’n

On earth he feels the dawn of Heav’n.

Sinners be­hold

and won­der­ing cry

Thus

like the right­eous

let me die;

But such an end they’ll nev­er find

Who leave not such a life be­hind.