1 How blest the righteous are
When they resign their breath!
No wonder Balaam wished to share
In such a happy death.
"Oh! let me die," said he,
"The death the righteous do;
When life is ended let me be
Found with the faithful few."
2 The force of truth how great!
When enemies confess,
None but the righteous whom they hate,
A solid hope possess.
But Balaam’s wish was vain,
His heart was insincere;
He thirsted for unrighteous gain,
And sought a portion here.
3 He seemed the Lord to know,
And to offend Him loth;
But Mammon proved his overthrow,
For none can serve them both.
May you, my friends, and I,
Warning from hence receive ;
If like the righteous we would die,
To choose the life they live.