On the Death of Mrs. Anne Davis, November 5, 1775

Glory to God on high!
The God whom saints adore
Hath caught our partner to the sky,
And sorrow is no more:
The long, dark hour is past,
And, lo, to sight restored,
She gains the dazzling prize at last.
And sees her smiling Lord.

To Thee, O Christ, to Thee,
Subject of all our songs,
Giver of life and victory.
The grateful praise belongs:
With those that never die,
The church enthroned above,
Poor worms of earth, we magnify
Thy dear redeeming love.
On us the grace be shown,
Which saved our happy friend;
Saviour and Lover of Thine ownj
O love us to the end!
Let us Thy gracious power
Throughout our lives proclaim,
Kept in the adamantine tower
Of Thy almighty Name.
Then, when Thy work is wrought
And faith hath pass'd the fire,
Receive our souls, so dearly bought,
To that immortal choir;
Wash'd in the' atoning blood,
Brought through the crimson sea.
To spend, in praises of our God,
A bless'd eternity.