When My Last Hour Is Close at Hand

When my last hour is close at hand

My last sad jour­ney tak­en

Do Thou

Lord Je­sus! by me stand

Let me not be for­sak­en.

O Lord

my spir­it I re­sign

Into Thy lov­ing hands di­vine;

’Tis safe with­in Thy keep­ing.

Countless as sands up­on the shore

My sins may then ap­pall me;

Yet

though my con­sci­ence vex me sore

Despair shall not en­thrall me:

For as I draw my lat­est breath

I’ll think

Lord Christ

up­on Thy death

And there find con­so­la­tion.

I shall not in the grave re­main

Since Thou death’s bonds hast sev­ered;

But hope with Thee to rise again

From fear of death de­liv­ered

For where Thou art

there I shall be.

That I may ev­er live with Thee:

This is my joy in dy­ing.

And so to Je­sus Christ I’ll go

My long­ing arms ex­tend­ing;

So fall asleep in slum­ber deep

Slumber that knows no end­ing

Till Je­sus Christ

God’s on­ly Son

Opens the gates of bliss

leads on

To Heav’n

to life eter­nal.