W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.
Waiting for DepartureFrom the Parisian Breviary
“For I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my departure is at hand.”—2 T
A crown in Heaven awaits thy brow,
Thy earthly toils are nearly done,
Thy heavenly prize is all but won;
Long toss’d by ills, on land and sea,
The shore is all but gain’d by thee.
Watchings, and cares, and dying pains,
Thee Christ upon His Cross doth hold,
In daily dyings now grown old;
He bids thee now, no more remain,
And unto thee, to die is gain.
They for whom thou didst toil so long
In travailings of second birth,—
Thy children, hold thee still to earth;
The time for thy release is come,
And ready is thy heavenly home.
And we shall be for judgment met;
May we, whom from the dead of night
God calls in thee to see His light,
For ever with the Angelic host,
Sing Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.