1 When bending o’er the brink of life,
My trembling soul shall stand;
I wait to pass death’s awful flood,
Great God, at Thy command!

2 When weeping friends surround my bed,
And close my sightless eyes,
When shattered by the weight of years
This broken body lies—

3 When every long loved scene of life
Stands ready to depart,
When that last sigh which shakes the frame
Shall rend this bursting heart—

4 O, Thou great source of joy supreme,
Whose arm alone can save,
Dispel the darkness that surrounds
The entrance to the grave!

5 Lay Thy supporting gentle hand
Beneath my sinking head;
And with a ray of love divine,
Illume my dying bed!

6 I lean on Thy dear faithful breast
As I resign my breath!
And in Thy fond embraces, lose
The bitterness of death!