THE hour of my departure's come, I hear the voice that calls me home; At last,...

THE hour of my departure's come, I hear the voice that calls me home; At last, O Lord, let trouble cease, Now let thy servant die in peace!

Not in mine innocence I trust; I bow before thee in the dust, And through my Saviour's blood alone I look for mercy at thy throne.

I leave the world without a tear, Save for the friends I held so dear; To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend, And to the friendless prove a friend!

I come, I come at thy command, I yield my spirit to thy hand! Stretch forth thy everlasting arms, And shield me in the last alarms.

The hour of my departure's come, I hear the voice that calls me home: Now, O my God, let trouble cease, Now let thy servant die in peace!