1 Chronicles 29:28: He died, full of days, riches, and honour

Full, but not satisfied
With wealth and pomp, he died:
Wealth, and pomp, and length of days,
Could not fill a deathless soul
Made to feast on Jesu's grace,
While eternal ages roll.

Jesus, my soul to fill
Thy blessed Self reveal,
Come, and bring me from above
All the life of righteousness,
All the riches of Thy love.
All the glories of Thy grace.
O 'tis enough! I ask no more.
Full of a few sad sinful days.
Sated with life, till life is o'er
I languish to conclude my race.
I Chronicles xxix. 20 — 2 Chronicles vi. 20, 21.
And silently resign my breath,
And sink into the shades of death.

This earth without regret I leave,
Impatient for my heavenly rest:
Saviour, my weary soul receive,
Take a sad pilgrim to Thy breast,
Vho only live, and die, to be
Restored, resorb'd, and lost in Thee.