The song of Simeon; or, Death made desirable. Luke 2:27ff
Lord, at thy temple we appear,
As happy Simeon came,
And hope to meet our Savior here;
O make our joys the same!
With what divine and vast delight
The good old man was filled,
When fondly in his withered arms
He clasped the holy child!
|Now I can leave this world,| he cried,
|Behold, thy servant dies;
I've seen thy great salvation, Lord,
And close my peaceful eyes.
|This is the light prepared to shine
Upon the Gentile lands,
Thine Isr'el's glory, and their hope
To break their slavish bands.|
[Jesus! the vision of thy face
Hath overpowering charms;
Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace,
If Christ be in my arms.
Then while ye hear my heart-strings breuk,
How sweet my minutes roll!
A mortal paleness on my cheek,
And glory in my soul.]