“Knowing that the putting off of my tabernacle cometh swiftly.” 2 S. Peter i. 14.

“Rwy’n cael arwyddion amlwg”

How many intimations
Have I that I must go
Away from my relations
And neighbours here below!
Promoted from the army
On earth, I trust to rise
To where no foe can harm me,—
The rest of Paradise.

Though temporal affliction
Has laid my body low,
Contrition and conviction
Of sin have made me know
That My Redeemer liveth,
And that He soon shall stand
To bless, when He receiveth
His own at His Right Hand.

I thus with resignation
Anticipate the grave,
Confiding my salvation
To Him Who died to save.
I hope to rise with gladness
At the dread trumpet’s sound,
And see Him Whom in sadness
I have always found.

More wondrous revelations
Shall at that sound be made
Than when the first foundations
Of heaven and earth were laid—
Before the malediction
Is uttered from the throne
Shall come the benediction
When Christ shall own His own.

Yet, midst the jubilation
That shall abound among
The saved of every nation
In one resounding song,
By far the most amazing
Surprise to me will be
Myself in rapture gazing
On Him Who died for me.