Verse 1
She thus, adorning every state,
Did with his true disciples wait
The Saviour from above:
Death coud not find her off her guard,
By prayer habitually prepar’d,
By humble, active love.

Verse 2
Her life a testimony true
That heaven was always in her view,
Till earthly scenes were past,
That here she had not long to stay,
Who lived, as every well-spent day
Were destin’d for her last.

Verse 3
Ready for her celestial home,
Whene’er the messenger shoud come,
Her Lord was sure to find
His handmaid in his work employ’d,
Who long had given up all for God,
And cast the world behind.

Verse 4
Unwarn’d of her release so near,
Insensible of pain, or fear,
She needed not to know
The moment fixt for her remove:
She coud not doubt her Saviour’s love
Or dread a stingless foe.

Verse 5
The tyrant was not worth a thought,
When Christ had her salvation wrought,
Had wholly sanctified,
When (half her race of glory run)
He sent Elijah’s chariot down,
He came to fetch his bride.

Verse 6
Like Moses, caught to his embrace,
Dissolv’d by his discover’d face,
Whom only she desir’d,
The race she in a moment won,
And calm, without a lingring groan
In Jesus Sight expir’d!

Verse 7
Yet mindful of her Friends below,
Stronger than death her love to show,
By a divine decree
Indulg’d to comfort them that mourn’d,
She stopt her flaming Car, and turn’d,
And shouted VICTORY!