IN MEMORIUM

At the time of Daisy Walker’s funeral I was translating the following hymn. Daisy was one of the first people I knew down here. The hymn seems to me to be a funeral hymn of sorts so it seems appropriate to offer it at this time.

O Jesus, may this heart of mine
Have such a taste for Thee
That day and night Thou mayst design
A treasured home in me.

Transformed by grace in time may I
More kind and loving be
Thus may I feel Thy holy touch
And find my home in thee.

My heart within the grave, it lies
Til Easter Morning’s breath,
And then in peace I’ll close my eyes
And fearless think of death!

Then home shall this poor sinner come
And with Thy righteous band
Within the new Jerusalem
In all Thy glory stand.

Bjørn Christian Lund (1738-1809)
Translated Malcolm New (with thanks to T.R.)