Verse 1
I know it, Lord: with humble fear
Thy Spirit’s warning voice I hear:
My time is past, my race is run,
I soon must lay this body down;
Verse 2
My flesh again to dust shall turn,
My soul on wings of angels borne,
If wash’d in Jesus blood, shall fly,
And find its Father in the sky.
Verse 3
Yet teach me still by special grace
To count aright my few sad days,
By surest presage to perceive
When I the weeping vale shall leave;
Verse 4
What day I shall from earth remove,
Tell me thyself in peace, and love,
Tell me in purity, and power,
And lucid be my latest hour.
Verse 5
Light in thy light O may I see
The brightness of eternity,
The rising Sun of righteousness,
The glory beaming from thy face:
Verse 6
Indulg’d with this, I ask no more,
But the great God in Christ adore,
Thy image by reflection shine,
And die into the arms divine.