I said sometimes with tears,

Ah me! I'm loth to die!

LORD, silence Thou these fears:

My life's with Thee on high.

Sweet truth to me!

I shall arise,

And with these eyes

My Saviour see.

My life's a shade, my days

Apace to death decline;

My LORD is Life; He'll raise

My dust again, ev'n mine.

My peaceful grave shall keep

My bones till, that sweet day,

I wake from my long sleep

And leave my bed of clay.

My LORD His angels shall

Their golden trumpets sound;

At whose most welcome call

My grave shall be unbound.

Sweet truth to me!

I shall arise,

And with these eyes

My Saviour see.