Verse 1
Father, into thy hands receive
An happy Spirit on the wing
Who now exults his clay to leave,
To hear the heavenly Convoy sing
Mixt with the Ministerial Quire,
Just mounting on his car of fire.
Verse 2
Fill up, and change his faith to sight,
And while the spotless Soul departs,
Shine, O Thou Everlasting Light,
To chear his old Companions hearts,
Prepare us all thy face to see,
And send the chariot next—for me!