1 My parting hour is nearing swiftly, As many friends have gone before. Soon shall the thorny path be finished Which leads to rest on yonder shore. 2 My angel oft-times comes and whispers That my allotted days are few; That I must haste with pray’r and watching If yonder goal I wish to view. 3 And should the night of death approaching Awaken fear or dread in me, I’ll trust and look to Him with courage, Who promised me the victory. 4 O Jesus, Lord of my Salvation, Let death not find me unprepared! But lead me by Thy hand of mercy Where peace and rest to me are shared. 5 O Thou, who over death hast triumphed, Give me the Vict’ry over death! When helplessly I sink, give power To hold fast in my last breath. 6 Thus gently rests the weary Pilgrim, From every burden, toil and care, Till he awakes on that blest morning To rise in glory, bright and fair.