My life is hid in Jesus,
And death is gain to me;
Then, whensoe’er He pleases,
I meet it willingly.

For Christ, my Lord and brother,
I leave this world so dim,
And gladly seek that other,
Where I shall be with Him.

My woes are nearly over,
Though long and dark the road;
My sin His merits cover,
And I have peace with God.

Lord, when my powers are failing
My breath comes heavily,
And words are unavailing,
O hear my sighs to Thee!

When mind, and thought, O Savior,
Are flickering, like a light,
That to and fro doth waver,
Ere ’til extinguished quite.

In that last hour, O grant me
To slumber soft and still,
No doubts to vex or haunt me,
Safe anchored on Thy will;

And so to Thee still cleaving
Through all death’s agony,
To fall asleep believing,
And wake in heaven with Thee.

Amen! Thou Christ, my Savior,
Wilt grant this unto me:
Thy Spirit lead me ever,
That I fare happily.