Verse 1
Wherefore should we droop or fear,
When the hour of death is near?
Death is but a ready way
Leading to the realms of day:
Wing’d in death our souls shall fly
To our city in the sky,
Find in Him that reigns above
All we wish and all we love.
Verse 2
Tell me, O my Life, my Hope,
When shall I be taken up?
If thy signs I understand,
Now the time is near at hand:
Set my stedfast face and heart,
Make me ready to depart,
Breathe thyself into my breast,
Bear me to eternal rest.