On Kingo's death Dorothe Engelsbretsdatter wrote this poem

 

Simple female remembrance

of the widely famous poet

DOCTOR THOMAS KINGO,

whose sorrowful demise

many quick minds do regret

                  So testifies

                  this simple-minded poetess

Ah! Kingo is but dust again,

                  Who wrote hymns so ensnaring!

That he for his praiseworthy pen

                  In heaven palms is bearing;

Such blissful words: of great address,

                  In song and lamentation

That many a limb cured from distress –

                  Yet dust is now his station.

The troubled solace-thirsting soul

                  Your spirit, hand can quicken!

This the remorse-crushed reed makes whole,

                  consoles the heart that’s stricken.

Adroitly me and all alive

                  The fear of God you’re teaching,

Your songs of praise good harvest give

                  We laud God through your preaching.

How well! How well! did you employ

                  The pound God you entrusted,

The outcome clear you now enjoy

                  Your voice has upwards thrusted!

You gained a place in Sion’s choir

                  And took your seat with honour

From so much worldly ill that’s sired

                  Midst sin and grief: and gone were

Your great high office rank and state,

                  A sad end to your story,

You now have charge o’er things more great,

                  And risen to high glory.

You faithful worker, you gain there

                  Reward for all your labour

And can life’s crown in peace now bear

                  Delights forever savour!

Full rest and peace and joy you’ve found,

                  Off former unrest shaken,

You sleep until the trump shall sound

                  and from the grave awaken.

Devout, with spirit’s solace filled

                  You knew the art of prayer

Though death your sweet voice may have stilled

                  And great the loss we share

E’en so do choruses ring out,

                  Each Christian soul rejoices!

And all continue to sing out

                  While they have tongues and voices.

I die, and live convinced that I

                  At God’s throne shall refind you.

There shall we sing the two of us

                  What God gives us a mind to!

Hallelujah, with angels chime,

                  Triumph and great rejoicing,

We both join in when it is time:

                  Your soul, all sweetly voicing!

For heaven I the earth would leave

                  ’Mongst the devout be dwelling

And have the Saviour me receive,

                  That is my wish compelling.

Both joy and glory that ne’er cease

                  May He you now be granting:

Farewell, God’s man, you left in peace

                  And choruses I’m chanting.