Old Grim is dead
The once shrunk frame
now tall and straight
Footsteps light and firm
replace the shambling gait
Old Grim is dead
the weariness of ninety years
has rolled away
The call has come
Old Grim has now stepped out
with head held high
to meet the Judgement Day
His heart was kind
his spirit true
O welcome him Lord
to come to you
Old Friend