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 Sav­ior’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;
At last, O Lord, let trou­ble cease,
Now let Thy ser­vant die in peace!