I Envy You

I sat beside the death bed Of an aged, gray-haired man; He’d seen full eighty summers Ten more than average span. I looked deep into his tired eyes, Saw peace and comfort there; For you see, he was a’leaving For a land that’s sweet and fair. His struggle soon’d be over, His cares on earth be past; For soon he’s meet his Saviour, And there he would be blest. He soon would know the fullness Of His gracious love divine; That’s why there’s peace and comfort In the eyes raised up...