I

Come friends behold me here,

Speechless and breathless lying;

Held in the arms of death;--

Come with your tears and sighing.

II

But yesterday I lived,

And walked, and spoke with you:

Come friends, with the last kiss.

Bid me a long adieu.

III

For I shall walk no more

The wonted paths we trod;

My voice is stilled, I go

To speak alone with God.

IV

The Judge has called me hence,--

To Whom the wise and great,

The warrior and the king,

Are men of one estate.

V

Ah! not the name I bore

Shall final doom recall;

The life of each lies bare,

Before the Judge of all.

VI

For all the good I've done,

For all the ill and blame,--

Shall come to me in full,

The honour or the shame.

VII

Call ye on Christ our God

That by His saving might,

I may a dwelling find

Among the sons of light.