In Memory Of My Beloved Husband

On the morning of Tuesday, September 25, 1877, George Moyle passed away from this wilderness to his inheritance above. For thirty-five years he served as pastor for the church meeting at Rye-Lane, Peckham. On Sunday afternoon, October 6, a special service was held at the chapel, during which time the congregation sang a hymn, composed by his wife, in commemoration of his death and celebration of his promotion to glory. 

Our dearest old friend has now fled to his rest,

 And no longer is sighing with pain;

That poor worn-out body, now sleeping in dust, 

Will never know sorrow again.

He once sowed in tears,—now is reaping in joy, 

For Jesus has wiped them away,—

And to fountains of waters is leading him on, 

Where bliss cannot yield to decay.

What must be the transport of joy and delight 

To the soul that was fettered so long!

Just bursting the shackles of earth it ascends 

To join in the angelic song.

It cheerfully leaves it poor cumbersome clay 

To slumber awhile in the tomb;

But Jesus ere long will revive it again 

In full immortality’s bloom.

Like a poor worn-out sailor, he longed for the port; 

He had fainted unless he believed,

To see Zion’s King in His beauty at home, 

And his soul to His glory received.

And now safe arrived at the haven of rest, 

Where sorrow shall never be known;

Hark! how he is singing with angels above, 

To the Lamb in the midst of the throne:—

“To Thee who hath loved us and washed us from sin,

Be blessing and honour Divine;

And since Thou wast slain to redeem us to God, 

All glory and honour be Thine.”