Hymn Book ‎#115

115. When my last hour is close at hand

1 When my last hour is close at hand,
And I must hence betake me,
Lord Jesus Christ, beside me stand,
Nor let Thy help forsake me.
To Thee my soul I now commit,
And safely Thou wilt cherish it,
Until again Thou wake me.

2 Conscience will sting my memory sore,
And guilt my heart encumber;
Yet though as sands upon the shore
My sins may be in number.
I will not quail, but think of Thee,
Thy death, Thy sorrows, borne for me
And sink in peace to slumber.

3 I have been grafted in the Vine,
And thence my comfort borrow;
And surely, Thou wilt keep me Thine
Through utmost pain and sorrow;
Yea, though I die, I die to Thee,
Who through Thy death hast won for me
Heaven's bright eternal morrow.

4 Since Thou from death didst rise again,
In death Thou wilt not leave me;
Thy life declares my fears are vain,
And doubts no more shall grieve me;
For Thou wilt have me where Thou art,
And so with joy can I depart,
And know Thou wilt receive me.

5 And so I stretch my arms to Thee,
Now, O Lord Jesus, take me!
Peaceful and calm my sleep shall be,
No human voice shall wake me;
But Thou wilt ope the heavenly door
To life and bliss forevermore,
Thou who dost ne'er forsake me.

Text Information

• First Line: When my last hour is close at hand
• Author: N. Heermann
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1884
• Topic: Death

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