100. Like dew upon the meadow

Like dew upon the meadow
So falls the word of life
On Christians in the shadow
Of mortal’s final strife.
The first fruit of its blessing
Is balm for fears distressing,
So gone is like a breath
The bitterness of death.

Like sun, when night is falling,
Sets stilly in the west
While birds are softly calling
Each other from their nest,
So when its brief day closes
That soul in peace reposes
Which knows that Christ the Lord
Is with it in His word.

And as we shiver slightly
An early summer morn
When blushing heavens brightly
Announce a day new-born,
So moves the soul immortal
With calmness through death’s portal
That through its final strife
Beholds the Light of Life.

Text Information
First Line: Like dew upon the meadow
Author: Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872
Translator: J. C. Aaberg (1945)
Meter: 7,6,7,6,7,7,6,6
Language: English
Publication Date: 1945
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