In memory of Sir Grey Morville's death

When death is coming near,

When thy heart shrinks in fear

And thy limbs fail,

Then raise thy hands and pray

To Him who smooths thy way

Through the dark vale.

Seest thou the eastern dawn,

Hearst thou in the red morn

The angel's song?

Oh, lift thy drooping head,

Thou who in gloom and dread

Hast lain so long.

Death comes to set thee free;

Oh, meet him cheerily

As thy true friend,

And all thy fears shall cease,

And in eternal peace

Thy penance end.