On The Death Of Edward Payson, D.D.

A servant of the living God is dead!     His errand hath been well and early done,     And early hath he gone to his reward.     He shall come no more forth, but to his sleep     Hath silently lain down, and so shall rest.     Would ye bewail our brother? He hath gone     To Abraham's bosom. He shall no more thirst,     Nor hunger, but forever in the eye,     Holy and meek, of Jesus, he may look,     Unchided, and untempted, and unstained.     Would ye bewail our brother? He hath gone     To sit down with the prophets by the clear     And crystal waters; he hath gone to list     Isaiah's harp and David's, and to walk     With Enoch, and Elijah, and the host     Of the just men made perfect. He shall bow     At Gabriel's Hallelujah, and unfold     The scroll of the Apocalypse with John,     And talk of Christ with Mary, and go back     To the last supper, and the garden prayer     With the belov'd disciple. He shall hear     The story of the Incarnation told     By Simeon, and the Triune mystery     Burning upon the fervent lips of Paul.     He shall have wings of glory, and shall soar     To the remoter firmaments, and read     The order and the harmony of stars;     And, in the might of knowledge, he shall bow     In the deep pauses of Archangel harps,     And humble as the Seraphim, shall cry -     Who by his searching, finds thee out, Oh God!     There shall he meet his children who have gone     Before him, and as other years roll on,     And his loved flock go up to him, his hand     Again shall lead them gently to the Lamb,     And bring them to the living waters there.     Is it so good to die! and shall we mourn     That he is taken early to his rest?     Tell me! Oh mourner for the man of God!     Shall we bewail our brother that he died?