And now, belovèd Lord,
Thy soul resigning,
Into Thy Father’s arms
With conscious will,
Calmly, with reverend grace,
Thy head inclining,
The throbbing brow
And laboring breast grow still.

Freely Thy life
Thou yields, meekly bending
E’en to the last
Beneath our sorrows’ load,
Yet strong in death,
In perfect peace commending,
Thy Spirit to
Thy Father and Thy God.

My Savior, in mine hour
Of mortal anguish,
When earth grows dim,
And round me falls the night,
O breathe Thy peace,
As flesh and spirit languish,
At that dread eventide
Let there be light.

To Thy dear cross
Turn Thou my eyes in dying;
Lay but my fainting
Head upon Thy breast;
Those outstretched arms
Receive my latest sighing;
And then, oh! then,
Thine everlasting rest.

O love! o’er mortal
Agony victorious,
Now is Thy triumph!
Now that cross shall shine
To earth’s remotest age
Revered and glorious,
Of suffering’s deepest
Mystery the sign.

The present, past
And future here are blending,
Moment supreme
In this world’s history,
Mid darkness, opening
Graves, and mountains rending,
New light is dawning
On humanity.