In peace and joy I now de­part
At God’s dis­pos­ing;
For full of com­fort is my heart,
Soft re­pos­ing.
So the Lord hath pro­mised me,
And death is but a slum­ber.

’Tis Christ that wrought this work for me,
My faith­ful Sav­ior,
Whom Thou hast made mine eyes to see
By Thy fa­vor.
Now I know He is my life,
My help in need and dy­ing.

Him Thou hast un­to all set forth
Their great sal­va­tion
And to His king­dom called the earth,
Every na­tion,
By Thy dear and whole­some Word,
In ev­ery place re­sound­ing.

He is the hope and sav­ing light
Of lands be­night­ed;
By Him are they who dwelt in night
Fed and light­ed.
He is Is­ra­el’s praise and bliss,
Their joy, re­ward, and glo­ry.