On the Death of the Rev. William Grimshaw

Minister of Haworth, in Yorkshire, who died

Thanks be to God, whose truth and power
And faithful mercies never end;
Who brings us through the mortal hour,
And bids our spotless souls ascend!

Thanks be to God, the God of love,
The Giver of all-conquering grace,
Who calls our friend to joys above,
And shows him there His open face.

The God whom here his faith beheld,
The Father's fulness in the Son,
He sees, in glorious light reveal'd.
And shouts, and falls before the throne.

We, Saviour, at Thy footstool lie.
Thy creatures purchased by Thy blood,
And " Holy, holy, holy," cry,
In honour of the Triune God;

With angels and archangels join,
With all the ransom'd sons of grace,
Extol the Majesty Divine,
And breathe unutterable praise.

We praise Thy constancy of love,
Which kept its favourite to the end;
Which soon shall all our souls remove,
Who trust in our eternal Friend.

To us who in Thy blood believe,
The world, the fiend, and sin tread down,
Thou wilt the final victory give,
And then the bright triumphant crown.