| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | | I. Death (“Slowly, slowly, darkening”) | | By Samuel Greg (1804–1877) |
| | | SLOWLY, slowly darkening | |
| The evening hours roll on; | |
| And soon behind the cloud-land | |
| Will sink my setting sun. | |
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| Around my path life’s mysteries | 5 |
| Their deepening shadows throw | |
| And as I gaze and ponder, | |
| They dark and darker grow. | |
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| But there’s a voice above me | |
| Which says, “Wait, trust, and pray; | 10 |
| The night will soon be over, | |
| And light will come with day.” | |
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| Father! the light and darkness | |
| Are both alike to Thee; | |
| Then to Thy waiting servant, | 15 |
| Alike they both shall be. | |
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| The great unending future, | |
| I cannot pierce its shroud; | |
| Yet nothing doubt, nor tremble, | |
| God’s bow is on the cloud. | 20 |
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| To Him I yield my spirit; | |
| On Him I lay my load: | |
| Fear ends with death; beyond it | |
| I nothing see but GOD. | |
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| Thus moving towards the darkness | 25 |
| I calmly wait His call, | |
| Now seeing,—fearing nothing; | |
| But hoping, trusting—all! | | | | |
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