Glorious in Death

Lord, give me grace to die,
As autumn leaves, aflame—
Filled with joy that comes from Thee,
In honor to Thy name!

Glorious in death are they,
The leaves arrayed in gold—
Forgetful of self and their own loss:
What triumph we behold!

Lord, help me die so gloriously,
And drop away my plans
As nothing but a chance to give
And trust more in Thy hands.

I’ll brighten up the clouded day
For others locked in gloom;
What joy to give and lose myself
In making new life bloom!

When I must fall yet lower still
Than I would choose to go,
Lord, help me rest in Thee alone,
And die that fruit may grow.

Tossed and torn and trodden down,
This is the old, sweet story:
Thy love that gave up all for me
Is the love in which I glory!

This is the death that glorified
My suffering Lord and King,
Who gave His life that I might go
Where heavenly arches ring!