The Hour of My Departure’s Come

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!