In Memory of William Grigg
The stars shone bright in the sky that night,
But their eyes were red and dim;
From the bitter tear that their father dear
Was so sudden gone from them.
God had called him home ne’er again to roam,
Now the pen he used was still;
And the mournful cry of the ages – Why –
Had no answer but “God’s will.”
Like a beacon lit ’twas his lightning wit:
To defeat all brutes and fraud,
Free the downcast folk from despotic yoke,
From the men who think they’re God.
But that mind so keen trusted God unseen;
And His Son had saved his soul;
Now that soul is free from all tyranny
Where with God all can be whole.
Though we deeply grieve, if we like he believe,
We shall fear no hell below,
For our souls shall rise far beyond the skies
In God’s time for us to go.