Who knows how near
my end may be?
Time speeds away,
and death comes on;
How swiftly, ah! how
suddenly,
May death be here,
and life be gone!
My God, for Jesus�
sake I pray
Thy peace may bless
my dying day.
The
world that smiled
when morn was come
May change for me
ere close of eve;
So long as earth is
still my home
In peril of my death
I live;
My God, for Jesus�
sake I pray
Thy peace may bless
my dying day.
Teach me to
ponder oft my end,
And ere the hour of
death appears,
To cast my soul on
Christ her Friend,
Nor spare repentant
cries and tears;
My God, for Jesus�
sake I pray
Thy peace may bless
my dying day.
And let me now so
order all,
That ever ready I
may be,
To say with joy,
whate�er befall,
Lord, do Thou as
Thou wilt with me:
My God, for Jesus�
sake I pray
Thy peace may bless
my dying day.
O Father, cover
all my sins
With Jesus� merits,
Who alone
The pardon that I
covet wins,
And makes His long
sought rest our own;
My God, for Jesus�
sake I pray
Thy peace may bless
my dying day.
Then death may
come or tarry yet,
I know in Christ I
perish not;
He never will His
own forget,
He gives me robes
without a spot:
My God, for Jesus�
sake I pray
Thy peace may bless
my dying day.
And thus I live
in God at peace,
And die without a
thought or fear,
Content to take what
God decrees,
For through His Son
my faith is clear;
His grace shall be
in death my stay,
And peace shall
bless my dying day.