When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).

Tis human actions paint the chart of time.

The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.

Baptize the nations! far and nigh,The triumphs of the cross recordThe name of Jesus glorify,Till every people call Him Lord.

When to the cross I turn my eyes,And rest on Calvary,O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,I must remember Thee.

Gashed with honourable scars,Low in Glory's lap they lie;Though they fell, they fell like stars,Streaming splendour through the sky.

Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.