My life's a shade, my days Apace to death decline: My Lord is life, he'll raise...

My life's a shade, my days Apace to death decline: My Lord is life, he'll raise My dust again, even mine; Sweet truth to me! I shall arise And with these eyes My Saviour see.

My peaceful grave shall keep My bones till that sweet day I wake from my long sleep And leave my bed of clay; Sweet truth to me! I shall arise And with these eyes My Saviour see.

My Lord his angels shall Their golden trumpets sound, At whose most welcome call My grave shall be unbound. Sweet truth to me! I shall arise And with these eyes My Saviour see.

I said sometimes with tears, Ah me! I'm loth to die, Lord, silence thou those fears; My life's with thee on high. Sweet truth to me! I shall arise And with these eyes My Saviour see.

What means my trembling heart To be thus shy of death? With life I shall not part, Though I resign my breath. Sweet truth to me! I shall arise And with these eyes My Saviour see.

Then welcome, harmless grave; By thee to heaven I'll go, My Lord his death shall save Me from the flames below Sweet truth to me! I shall arise And with these eyes My Saviour see.