Fast his sands of life were passing:
Josey knew that he must die;
And with feeble voice he whispered,
“Would I'd been a better boy!”
Then he softly said, “Our Father,”
Raising heavenward his eye.

“Hallowed be thy name,” he whispered;
“Kingdom come, and will be done.”
Then his voice, so feeble, faltered;
And the prayer but just begun,
He besought the dear ones round him,
For his sake, to whisper on.

Never sought repentant sinners
Pardon through the blessed Son,
But the voice of Jesus whispered,
“Peace and pardon is thine own.”
Weep no more for little Josey:
His immortal crown is won.

Softly did the angels gather
Round his love-watched couch of pain,
Soothing him till they were summoned
To their glorious home again;
Then they bore his deathless spirit
Up to join the heavenly train.