While Others Pray For The Grace To Die


While others pray for grace to die,
O Lord, I pray for grace to live;
For every hour a fresh supply;
Oh, see my need, and freely give.

I do not dread the hour of death,
If I am thine, no fears remain;
I know that with my parting breath
I yield forever mortal pain.

E’en if the darkness should appear
Too deep for faith as well as sight,
If I am thine thou wilt be near,
And take me to thy heavenly light.

But, oh! my Lord, in life’s highway
I crave the sunshine of thy face:
And every moment of the day
I need thy strong supporting grace.

I dare not–will not–Lord, deny
That heart and feet both go astray;
Therefore the more to thee I cry
To keep me in the chosen way.

The more my sin and unbelief
Keep me from walking near to thee,
The more, Lord Jesus, is my grief–
The more I long thy face to see.