Fast Comes The Night
By Tom D Blakely
Fast comes the night, the end, though expected
Is now so strange, that my faith is affected.
In life I bathed in the light of God’s glory
Yet now in death, a shadow hangs over me.
Was not my prayer to love Him in death?
To glorify Jesus until my last breath?
Now when I’m weak and in fear, death approaches.
Where is my Lord, as this multitude watches?
A voice from behind asks: ‘Why do you fear,
Has not your Saviour always been near?
Has God’s word failed you in any thing?
Death, you should know, has lost its sting.’
What had I committed my Saviour to keep?
Why was I facing away, fighting sleep?
Just then I turned, and there stood the Lord,
To carry me through, as good as His word.
‘O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?’
[1 Corinthians 15:55]