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 sins His merits cover,

And I have peace with God.

Then when my powers are failing,

My breath comes heavily,

And words are unavailing,

Oh hear my sighs to Thee!

When mind, and thought, O Saviour,

Are flickering like a light,

That to and fro doth waver

Ere 'til extinguished quite;

In that last hour, oh grant me

To slumber soft and still,

No doubts to vex or haunt me,

Safe anchor'd on Thy will;

And so to Thee still cleaving

Through all death's agony,

To fall asleep believing,

And wake in heaven with Thee.